Under the influence of this absolute submission[A] to his master,
rather than from any mere superficial cleverness, such as may be
readily found in mere trick-performing dogs, Wallace could be taught
a variety of acquirements, and was in the end so accomplished a dog
that I fear I cannot call to mind a tithe of his attainments. I believe
he could sit up in any attitude or assumption of character, or throw
down his body in any required posture, and remain so for a given time.
He could mimic swimming at the word of command. He could constitute
himself a pony for little children—indeed he was not less than some
Shetland ponies—and he would carry them decorously round the room or
the garden on his back. He could—and this was probably the hardest
task of all—at his master’s bidding, lie down in a meadow where a
herd of cattle fed, and permit the whole of the oxen to gather lowing
round him, and even to lick him with their rough tongues, without his
stirring or offering the smallest resistance.
Wallace was somewhat up in years before Dick came on the scene. He also
arrived at the farm-house a puppy, but it was not at first intended
that he should remain there. The master of the house had kindly
procured Dick with the intention of giving him to a friend when he
himself became so enamoured of the little dog’s briskness and pluck,
and at the same time so persuaded that these qualities would be wasted
in the quiet life of the woman for whom Dick had been originally got,
that he substituted another and more suitable dog, and kept the little
man for his own portion.
As I have been assured, there never was a blyther, bolder, more
irrepressible spirit than that which lodged in the body of the small
terrier. Like his friend Wallace, he needed to be tamed, and to the
last he could not stand teasing for any length of time without a strong
inclination to show his fine white teeth in a way which was not play.
The fact was, that on these occasions he got into a white heat of rage,
in which he was in danger of ceasing to be master of his actions.
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