Rensselaer Republican, Volume 26, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 April 1894 — “The Knowinest Dog that Ever Wore Har.” [ARTICLE]

“The Knowinest Dog that Ever Wore Har.”

The Virginia (Nev.) Enterprise describes him thus: “He came in from Truckee Meadows lately, did this level-headed dog. He rode in by the side of his master on a load of potatoes. He was not a pretty doar, not a dog of blue blood and high degree. He was a tall, gaunt, shaggy - haired, wild-eyed-looking brindle beast of unrecorded pedigree. i “As the wagon, carrying man, dog and potatoes, halted for a time in front of a saloon in North C. St., one of a party of half a dozen loungers thereabout made some remark in regard to the appearance of the canine, when thus spake ye hornyhanded, frouzy-headed tiller of the soil:”* ‘Fellers, that air ain’t a purty dog, I know —he’s like me —makes no pretense to nateral beauty —but he’s just the knowest dog that ever wore har. He’s got more instink, that dog has, an’ more savey, an’pen’tration an' insight into human natur' just in that ugly old cabeza o’ his noi can be found in the heds of a wholf plaza-full of eddicated town dogs—poodles an’ sich. What I pride in him for is his regular human sense; he’s jist the greatest dog out! Now, es I coome home from town perfectly sober (wlv n I’ve left him to see after the ranch), it would jist do your hearts good to see that clog show ofl what a sense of appreciation lie’s got of me. Fellers, his gorgeous tail then stands aloft; he skyugles about; he runs on afore me a-scrapin’ up the yearth with his hind feet, sendin' the chips a-fiyin’; he holds up his head an’ barks in a cheerful an’ manly tone o’ voice, escortin’ me forward an' feelin’ premder’n he’d holed a woodchuck! But let me come home full of tangleleg, sheep-herder’s-de-light and terrantiler-juice, and that is the shamedest dog you ever saw. He jest takes one look at me an’he knows it all. Down goes his tail, he lops his years, hangs his head, squats his back, an’ lookin’ back now an’ then, he slinks off an' crawls under the barn—-actually ashamed to be seen about the premises for fear that somebody's lind out that I. own him. I tell you, fellers, he’s the blamedest dog for right out an’ out human sense that ever was seed in these parts, and Truckee Medders is proud that he war pupped thar!”