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Titolo: Fox Terrier ;-)

Tratto da *three men in a boat*, purtroppo è in inglese, ma merita lo stesso
:-)
Ciao!
I do not blame the dog (contenting myself, as a rule, with merely clouting
his head or throwing stones at him), because I take it that it is his
nature. Fox-terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in
them as other dogs are, and it will take years and years of patient effort
on the part of us Christians to bring about any appreciable reformation in
the rowdiness of the fox-terrier nature.
I remember being in the lobby of the Haymarket Stores one day, and all round
about me were dogs, waiting for the return of their owners, who were
shopping inside. There were a mastiff, and one or two collies, and a St.
Bernard, a few retrievers and Newfoundlands, a boar-hound, a French poodle,
with plenty of hair round its head, but mangy about the middle; a bull-dog,
a few Lowther Arcade sort of animals, about the size of rats, and a couple
of Yorkshire tykes.
There they sat, patient, good, and thoughtful. A solemn peacefulness seemed
to reign in that lobby. An air of calmness and resignation - of gentle
sadness pervaded the room.
Then a sweet young lady entered, leading a meek-looking little fox- terrier,
and left him, chained up there, between the bull-dog and the poodle. He sat
and looked about him for a minute. Then he cast up his eyes to the ceiling,
and seemed, judging from his expression, to be thinking of his mother. Then
he yawned. Then he looked round at the other dogs, all silent, grave, and
dignified.
He looked at the bull-dog, sleeping dreamlessly on his right. He looked at
the poodle, erect and haughty, on his left. Then, without a word of warning,
without the shadow of a provocation, he bit that poodle's near fore-leg, and
a yelp of agony rang through the quiet shades of that lobby.
The result of his first experiment seemed highly satisfactory to him, and he
determined to go on and make things lively all round. He sprang over the
poodle and vigorously attacked a collie, and the collie woke up, and
immediately commenced a fierce and noisy contest with the poodle. Then Foxey
came back to his own place, and caught the bull-dog by the ear, and tried to
throw him away; and the bull-dog, a curiously impartial animal, went for
everything he could reach, including the hall-porter, which gave that dear
little terrier the opportunity to enjoy an uninterrupted fight of his own
with an equally willing Yorkshire tyke.
Anyone who knows canine nature need hardly, be told that, by this time, all
the other dogs in the place were fighting as if their hearths and homes
depended on the fray. The big dogs fought each other indiscriminately; and
the little dogs fought among themselves, and filled up their spare time by
biting the legs of the big dogs.
The whole lobby was a perfect pandemonium, and the din was terrific. A crowd
assembled outside in the Haymarket, and asked if it was a vestry meeting;
or, if not, who was being murdered, and why? Men came with poles and ropes,
and tried to separate the dogs, and the police were sent for.
And in the midst of the riot that sweet young lady returned, and snatched up
that sweet little dog of hers (he had laid the tyke up for a month, and had
on the expression, now, of a new-born lamb) into her arms, and kissed him,
and asked him if he was killed, and what those great nasty brutes of dogs
had been doing to him; and he nestled up against her, and gazed up into her
face with a look that seemed to say: "Oh, I'm so glad you've come to take me
away from this disgraceful scene!"
She said that the people at the Stores had no right to allow great savage
things like those other dogs to be put with respectable people's dogs, and
that she had a great mind to summon somebody.

Molto molto carino!!! Il mio Jack ci si è riconosciuto!!! :-))
Peccato sia in inglese e non ho compreso proprio tutto, però è 
uno spasso!!
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