Evening star., 1942-10-13


Henry MsIAmere. We demanded Of !,
the dachshund judges. Cant you
see the My Own Brucie look In her
eyes?
They gave us a long-winded, eva
sive answer.
NO." they said. = =
They have been proved wrong, for :
many times since then friends have
come to our home. taken q look at
Cindy, and said, You know, there's
something about that pup Of yours
that reminds me Of a cocker
spaniel"
Such flattery always causes us to
bring out her papers, an impressive
document that the fellow In Central
Park that we bought her from gave
to us. Right in black and white, 1t r
says that she comes from long
line Of champions Cher father was
Breakfast of Champions out of
Battle Creek and that her mother
had more feathers than a s0-cent
duster.
But enough OF this Dragging, and
to get back to meat rationing.
Cindy took the information that.
she couldn't have any more meat,
for the duration with the same calm
as II. she had been vegetarian.
When we quoted Secretary Of Agri-
culture Wickard's figures on how
much meat was on hand and how
much was needed for the military
and lease-lend she went right on
chewing sofa pillow and did not
question single statistic. 1t seemed
to us q remarkable show OF faith
IN Mr.. Wickard and his facts.
1t was not until later in the day.
when we offered her her first meat
less meal that we realized that she
had been playing possum when we
were explaining rationing to her,
and that she was prepared to change
her name to Shylock and get her
pound of meat off us II necessary.
She looked at the mixture of meal
and vegetables with the same scorn
as II We had fed her mixture OF
meal and vegetables, and then began
nipping at our heels and ankles TO
show us what she really wanted In
the way OF food.
We tried sternness. Speaking In
harsh dog language we told her that
this was no time for the pampering
Of pets, and that she had had her
last bit Of meat.
Even as we spoke she proved us
liars. The more nimble member OF
the family reached safety atop the
kitchen table, but I. tired from a
hard day Of work Crying to think
up this column, for one thing was
caught near the timberline of the
refrigerator. Before I could make
the tortuous ascent Of Mount Fris-
idaire, which Is every bit as cold
and glacial as Mount Everest. Cindy
had her meat rationing for the week.
I do not know what left leg Of
McLemore tastes like, but it must
be nectar and honey to a cocker
spaniel CD because Cindy subsidized
into the corner Of the kitchen satis-
fed with her meat allowance for the
day.
Just how long I will be able to
provide provender for my little cam
nibalistic pet is open to question.
Not very long, because a man can
spare just so many filets before he
is q goner. ~
You know what is going to hap
pen. don't you? And 1t pleases me
to think about it. Dogs are going
to have to become dogs again, Just
as they were not so many years ago,
before some misguided soul decided
they had to have the same care as
humans.
The dog OF today has to 60 through
clinics. have his eyes. ears, nose,
throat and bark examined by vets as
serious as roomful Of Mayo
brothers. Their milk must be Pas
teurized and homogenized. Their
food must be strained, mashed, and
run through the eye OF q needle.
They must have solid leather COL
lars stamped Made In England"
They must be brushed, curried,
conbed, and perfumed.
have sneaking feeling that all
this drives q dog slightly crazy. Il
believe that II you asked the average
dog what kind Of . dogs life was
best, he would try to answer that
the best one was where he could
be real dog without having a fussy
flock Of humans make a sissy out
Of him.
trust that Cindy, when she reads
this. will agree with me because its
getting to be 4 dogs life around
here for me.
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