The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 06, June 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 06, June 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
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receiver--himself a man who "knows a dog"--the animal is at once
destroyed. Some poor creatures pass a day or two in the Infirmary, and
are quickly mended under kind and humane treatment, whilst those dogs
who have had their day, and are past all aid, are destroyed.
[Illustration: THE RECEIVING ROOM.]
This Receiving House has been accorded Royal patronage, for amongst
what might be called the canine sweepings of London who have found
their way here, the Duchess of Teck's dog has looked in; so has the
Marquis of Harrington's, and Lord Brassey's. Amongst the rarest of the
wanderers located here have been a couple of African sand dogs, little
creatures without a vestige of hair on their bodies, saving a relieving
tuft on the head. Even at the Dogs' Home many a romance might be found.
Think of a poor lost creature being picked up for a few shillings--for
dogs may be purchased after a certain lapse of time--and then running
away with its new owner and winning an important prize at the Brighton
show! More startling still was the case of a bloodhound sold to Mr.
Mark Beaufoy, M.P., for a small sum. That dog, once numbered amongst
the lost, was destined to become the mother of the champion bloodhound
of the world--"Cromwell." Dogs have been sold over and over again and
have returned. One little story which we hear as we pass into the main
yard is worth repeating.
"Bluebeard" was his name, and he was a lively boarhound. All that is
known of his early life is that he was found walking about, without
visible means of subsistence, in the vicinity of Wandsworth. He was
lost--hence, away with him to Battersea. On four separate occasions
"Bluebeard" was restored, and every time he found his way back. One
night, after the gates were closed, the keeper heard a tap-tap-tap
at the entrance. It was the paw of a dog, and when the keeper opened
the door it was none other than our old friend "Bluebeard" who had
delivered himself up again for the third time. When he crept in he went
straight to his former kennel. Eventually, "Bluebeard" was despatched
to the country, where, according to the latest reports, he is doing
well.
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