Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1884-12-04
A Blue Skye-Terrier,
AND THE TROUBLE He WAS TO THE MAID
VINO CARED FOR HIM.

''What pretty dog you have"
"What, Dumpy? Yes, he is rather pretty.
Madam sent me here to give him some
water; she thinks mineral waters are good
for him. Poor old dear. he has not been
digesting his food well this summer, and we
are all very much distressed about him."
Dumpy was little blue Skye terrier who
looked as though he was very well cared for,
albeit he was a little down in the mouth when
the meeting in Garfield Park took place
His eyes were heavy, his tongue protruded,
his tail was as limp as stick of soaked
macaroni, and he shivered as if it were
January instead of midsummer.
Dumpy wore silver collar hung with a row
of antique bangles representing the Fates and
Furies. These exquisitely carved medallions
dangled among the forty odd loops of the
very narrowest ribbons of as many tints and
hues that made up the rosette in his silk
collarette. Besides this garnture, the
precious little brute wore a blanket of dull
grey plush decorated with silk embroidery,
and lined with pale blue quilted satin. Around
the edge was fringe of Moorish spangles
that ratified and jingled pleasantly every
time he moved muscle.
"Dumpy," she said, ''came direct from
SKYE island when he was but three months
old. A sweetheart gave it to madam. She
tried to hide the matter from master, but he
found it out, and at first wanted to choke
poor doggie; but he got over that and now
he likes him as much as the rest of US.
We feed him on everything he likes, but
principally chicken, minced beef, milk, cake,
and chocolate creams. He only likes one
thing that he can't have-and that is bones
for they make him so dirty, as he always
wants to gnaw them in the dust. WIN, if
he finds bone he just runs out in the
middle of the street to pick it.
Excepting that dog usually has good
health, believe it is as expensive pet as a
baby. | get three dollars a week extra for
taking care of him, and | know | use two
dollars worth of perfumes and fancy soaps
every week, besides the powders for his nails
and teeth the hair oils. and the blankets and
collars that the boys are always stealing.
When he wakes up he cries to go to his mis-
tress room and then l sprinkle him with
her favorite cologne, comb his hair all out,
put a fresh bow on, and let him in.
W"Before dinner give him hot bath and
dry him with bay rum. It's awfully tedious,
for have to work with him till his hair is
perfectly dry. That's to keep him from get.
ting the rheumatism. Then his teeth have to
be cleaned and brushed, and the dear little
fellow keeps as still as a mouse. But oh,
my l have dreadful time cleaning his
nsis-he doesn't like the polsher, and trie:
to bite me every time begin to use it.
/ WHAT else? Well, then | give him an.
other spray of cologne, oil and comb his hair
! give him his dinner, and put him to bed fol
his afternoon nap. After supper he goes fol
drive with his owners, and wears bow tbs
same color as madam does. When he get,
back have to give him another bath, hrusf
and comb him, aud get him some lunch
/ Then put him in his basket, and he lays hi
head on the pillow and goes to sleep like 8
/ big, tired boy &C Chicago Tribune.