The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1900-01-21
THE DOG DOCTORS OFFICE.
LoN0 LINE OF PATIENTS AND THE
var or TREATING THEM.

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Ths dogs and their guardians are tighuy packed
around the door Of the dog doctors o - wi"n
the latter finally arrives and opens up for bIsi-
ness, and they all pass In. each dog, at the doc
tors suggestion. being held on 10 IN order that
no hosulities shall cnsue within the compare.
lively limited space II the - &c. There Is a
STABLE reception room. and, beyond. the con
~sultltion Uiice. The dogs and their guardian
hold their interviews with the dog doctor in turns
in the order in which they entered.
The dog doctor is a tall young man, with a
magnetic eye, big. strong hands that seem 10 have
been fashioned for the purpose Of prying the
Jaws Of dogs ops and apparent perfect conf
dence In his diagnosis He can tell what ails
a dog. usually, y Just looking him over, and his
dog knowledge dates from away back. His
erddiuon on dog breeds Is so profound that e
can tell the name Of every collateral strain OF
| breeding that has entered into the make up Of
any mongrel dog that is pointed out n him on
the street. lie Is a busy man during Office hours
No | in his line Of canine patients the other
morning was accompanied by a tailor-madc girl
who carried q silver bon bon box filled with choco-
late creams in her hand. Her dog was a dopey
looking pug, with q tail that had two or three
tight coils In Il This ta~llor-nads young woman
had been feeding the pug chocolate crea . from
her bon.bon box ance her arrival In front OF the
dog doctors once, and she was trying to feed
Marcus Superbus-that was the pug's burden
some name-more Of the creams when she car
ried the pug into the consultation olhce In her
anna The pug only smiled at the bits Of candy
and declined them. He looked like q world
weary pug.
The poor little love has no animation at all
lately, doctor" began the young woman. Tn
dreadfully worried about hi n. He seems SO
we'll, my brother calls il 'dopey.' Con you tell
me what ais the little dear
, The dog doctor smiled.
Certainly. with my eyes closed no replied
He's stuffed"
Stuffed" exclaimed the young woman. with
a mystifed expression. q by, what can you
"Gorged." pursued the dog doctor. Fed about
ten times more than he needs or can handla |
notice that you've been feeding him candies ever
since you've been in here, DO you do that right
along Do chocolate creams form a part OF his
daily regimen
We'll, Superbus is 80 used 70 his candies thai
II would seem cruel To-
oh, not cruel at ALL put in the dog doctor
Sandy is not the natural food Of dogs Nothing
ais this pug" picking the dog up and looking
III u over tACfpN n 1 soy III W
him on a regimen Of bread and water, or corn
read and milk, from now on, and I'll undertake
70 say that he'll soon be as risky as any pug dog
can be by nature"
The young woman's face assumed an express
sion as mournful as II her slcepy.looking pet had
been condemned TO the block, as she paid the fee
and went out
A man with a fox terrier pup was next in line
"Iar nnr " ha hay.p p,actur tha nun pvsr IN
the doctor for inspection, what's aching this
mutt, anyhow? He's so nervous that he cant
sleep o nights, and he appears to be always chas-
ing something that he cant find. And he's al,
ways chewing up something Chewed one Of my
wife's hats and a pair Of slippers into ribbons
while We were at the theatre last night ]
know something's the matter with him.. but
can, make out what it is, unless it's the st. Vi,us
dance. Wouldn't like to have anything to happen
him, for he's a registered dog, and a full blood"
Registered Where" inquired the dog doctor.
Who told you he was a full blooded fox"
"Darky coachman that / bought him from,
replied the proud pups owner, Said he was
registered and had a pedigree as long as your arm "
y thought ii must have been n coachman."
said the dog doctor, smiling. Your pups about
three fifths fox and the rest pure dog. 4 bit Of
carriage dog in him"
The owners face fell.
Thought he was the real thing, he said.
As for what ais him, continued the dog doctor,
hes all righteSceptt that he's a walking flea trap
Enough to make any dog nervous. Wash him
with this three times a week" and the dog doctor
handed a cake of dog soap Ia the pups owner.
AS for his disposition To tear things up, that's
your calamity III possessing n pup that's got
fox terrier in him. It's the particular graft Of
fox terriers TO destroy every thing chewable in
sight from the cradi" to the grave"
widow weeds. \ disconsOlate looking Italian
greyhound followed her into the Office,
Can you tell me vhay ais this dog" the woman
in widows weeds asked in a subdued voice. He
does not seem himself"
The dog doctor examined the hound critically,
pried his Jaws open, thumped him in the chest
and listened to his heart beats, and then looked
up at the widow.
The dog is not ailing," said the dog doc :or,
speaking in rather a low tore. Hes a bit lone
There was an expression Of understanding in
the widows eyes, and her face went a little pale.
The dogll be himself in time, continued the
dog doctor.
Come, Bruce said the young widow. in a voice
that seemed TO have tears behind it, and the dog
followed her out.
The hound misses his master" said the dog
doctor, after the widow had gone.
Next IN line was a gorgeonsly-a pparelled
young woman whose hal, appeared to nave been
prismatic hues when she moved her head in
different lights. She was obviously Of the
s~oubrette type, and she had a small brndle bull
"Oh, docter." she said efrusively, won't you
tell me what ails Faversham? He won't eat
a thing, and he's cross and sour and Grabbed
and he gets real ugly when | try to pet him. He
isn't gong mad, is he, the little p'ecious'"
Live IN a fiat, | presume" said the docter
taking the pup.
. course-how'd'is guess IT," inquired the
young woman Of the soubrettish appearance
archly.
Pup rarely or never gets ont in the open,
suppose" continued the dog doctor.
"N-no, I'm So afraid he might get lost, and
Needs exercise and air. that's all that's bother
Ing the pup" said ths dog docto,. Needs tc
mingle with his kind occasionally. He's KEEP,
in a ilat,overfed, aud coddled until he's got sore
over his. way Of living. send him out In the
country for a month or SOIL give you the names
Of some kennels not far from New York and
he'll return a reIuvenated purp."
But I'd perish without Faversham-rd e
with the chameleon hair.
oh, | hope not" said the dog doctor, and he
gave her a list Of country kennels,
Then there was a procession OF dogs, accom-
panied by their s~olicltois owners, that really
had something the matter with them, the doctor
diagnosing and passing upon the cases with
apparent knowledge and skill. There was some
thing very human about the conduct Of the sick
dogs some Of them were ugly, others peev.
ish. when in the hands Of the dog doctor. Ie
quickly put them at their ease, however. with
the Jaws Of a number Of them TO look at their teet h
and tongues and TO throw qIeerlooking brown
ish capSules into them, and II looked like risky
work in some cases. One huge maStlf posi-.
lively declined TO have his avs forced open under
any circumstances, and growled omiuOuSly every
time the dog doctor attem pied the lob. Finally
the dog doctor walked over 70 another corner