Caesar Was An Old Valued Dog, Although Of No Superior Breed:
He was
just an ordinary dog of the country, short-haired, with long legs and
a blunt muzzle.
The ordinary dog or native cur was about the size of a
Scotch collie; Caesar was quite a third larger, and it was said of him
that he was as much above all other dogs of the house, numbering about
twelve or fourteen, in intelligence and courage as in size. Naturally,
he was the leader and master of the whole pack, and when he got up
with an awful growl, baring his big teeth, and hurled himself on the
others to chastise them for quarrelling or any other infringement of
dog law, they took it lying down. He was a black dog, now in his old
age sprinkled with white hairs all over his body, the face and legs
having gone quite grey. Caesar in a rage, or on guard at night, or
when driving cattle in from the plains, was a terrible being; with us
children he was mild-tempered and patient, allowing us to ride on his
back, just like old Pechicho the sheep-dog, described in the first
chapter. Now, in his decline, he grew irritable and surly, and ceased
to be our playmate. The last two or three months of his life were very
sad, and when it troubled us to see him so gaunt, with his big ribs
protruding from his sides, to watch his twitchings when he dozed,
groaning and wheezing the while, and marked, too, how painfully he
struggled to get up on his feet, we wanted to know why it was so - why
we could not give him something to make him well?
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