Arthur Schopenhauer

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Arthur Schopenhauer by Wilhelm Busch

His poodle was called Atma (Indian for "the world's soul")

"To anyone who needs lively entertainment for the purpose of banishing the dreariness of solitude, I recommend a dog, in whose moral and intellectual qualities he will almost always experience delight and satisfaction."

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Anthony Burgess

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Anthony Burgess by Marvin Lichtner

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Harold Nicholson and Vita Sackville-West

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1955

Vita Sackville West (1892-1962)

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P. G. Wodehouse

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P.G. Wodehouse with his Dachshund, Jed, Remsenberg, NY, February 21, 1973


Love Me, Love My Dog

"It is fatal to let any dog know that he is funny, for he immediately loses his head and starts hamming it up."
-P.G. Wodehouse


"He couldn’t have moved quicker if he had been the dachshund Poppet, who at this juncture was running round in circles, trying, if I read his thoughts aright, to work off the rather heavy lunch he had had earlier in the afternoon."
— P.G. Wodehouse (How Right You Are, Jeeves)


"Apparently that dog of hers joined you in the water.”

Yes, that’s right, he took his dip with the rest of us. But what’s that got to do with it?”

Wilbert Cream dived in and saved him.”

He could have got ashore perfectly well under his own steam. In fact, he was already on his way, doing what looked like an Australian crawl.”

That wouldn’t occur to a pinhead like Phyllis. To her Wilbert Cream is the man who rescued her dachshund from a watery grave. So she’s going to marry him.”

But you don’t marry fellows because they rescue dachshunds.”

You do, if you’ve got a mentality like hers."
— P.G. Wodehouse (How Right You Are, Jeeves)

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Dodie Smith

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Dodie Smith by Sasha

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Karel and Josef Čapek

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Čapek brothers - Josef (right), Karel (left)

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Alice Hoffman

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Alice Hoffman with her dog, Houdini by Richard Howard

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Charles Dickens

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Charles Dickens with his pet dog Turk

All animals which he took under his especial patronage seemed to have a marked affection for him. Quite a colony of dogs has always been a feature at Gad's Hill. When Dickens returned home from his last visit to America, these dogs were frequently spoken of in his letters. In May, 1868, he writes: "As you ask me about the dogs, I begin with them. The two Newfoundland dogs coming to meet me, with the usual carriage and the usual driver, and beholding me coming in my usual dress out at the usual door, it struck me that their recollection of my having been absent for any unusual time was at once cancelled. They behaved (they are both young dogs) exactly in their usual manner; coming behind the basket phaeton as we trotted along, and lifting their heads to have their ears pulled,—a special attention which they receive from no one else. But when I drove into the stable-yard, Linda (the St. Bernard) was greatly excited, weeping profusely, and throwing herself on her back that she might caress my foot with her great fore-paws. M.'s little dog, too, Mrs. Bouncer, barked in the greatest agitation, on being called down and asked, 'Who is this?' tearing round and round me like the dog in the Faust outlines."' James T. Fields, Atlantic, August, 1870

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Herbert Read

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Herbert Read always kept dogs, invariably terriers. They appear frequently in the family papers, in photographs and letters. Peter was a characterful wire-haired fox terrier, who accompanied Read on many expeditions as well as being a significant presence at 'Lokshoek'(5).

Driving in a motor-car was still enough of a novelty to be an adventure. It was certainly an adventure Peter was keen to share. In October 1927 he accompanied Herbert and Blanche Read and their friend Kate on an expedition to the eastern Transvaal. Blanche kept a journal. The main purpose of the holiday was for Herbert to fish, and they moved from river to river, staying at country inns. When not fishing, Herbert sketched.

... Monday: We walk and fish and sketch, at least H does the two really excitiing things -- we supply the atmosphere of complete ease and holiday idleness. Peter enjoys everything all the time and is behaving beautifully.

Wednesday: We found a jolly little island in the fork of the river where we hitched up for the rest of the day. Had lunch & Kate & I sat among the ants & talked. Peter picked up faggots all round Kate but she remained blind to all suggestions of a game. H sketched. Fishing still useless. (Read, B 1927/8:Oct 1927)

Early the following year the Reads made a longer expedition, again with Peter, in the western and then eastern Cape.

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Walter Scott

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Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.

Sir Walter Scott, The Talisman

Beatrix Potter

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Beatrix Potter at age 15
Photo by Rupert Potter

Axel Munthe

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THE DOGS IN CAPRI

AN INTERIOR

Like the ancient Romans, the Capri dogs devote the greater part of their day to public life. The Piazza is their Forum, and it is there they write their history. When Don Antonio opens the doors of his osteria, and Don Nicolino, barber and bleeder, steps out of his "Salone," Capri begins a new day. From all sides the dogs then comegravely walking forth — the doctor's, the tobacconist's, the secretary's, Don Archangelo's, Don Pietro's, etc. etc., and, after a greeting in accordance with nature's prescribed ceremonial, they seat themselves upon the Piazza to meditate. Don Antonio places a couple of chairs in front of his cafe, and whilst some of them accept the invitation to lean against them, others prefer the steps leading up to the Church, or that comfortable corner by the Campanile, to whose clock generations have listened with ever-increasing astonishment where, indomitable as the sun, it presses forward on its own path, but alas! not that of the sun.

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Axel Munthe

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The dog is a saint. He is straightforward and honest by nature.

He knows by instinct when he is not wanted; lies quite still for

hours when his king is hard at work. But when his king is sad and

worried he creeps up and lays his head on his lap. 'Don't worry.

Never mind if they all abandon you. Let us go for a walk and forget

all about it!'

~ Axel Munthe ~

Beatrix Potter

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Beatrix Potter with Kep in 1915

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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E. B. White

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E. B. White sitting on the beach with his dog Minnie

Blaise Cendrars

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Blaise Cendrars, 1953 (by Lipnitzki-Roger Viollet)

Walter Scott

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There are verses that can stop the stag in the forest,
Ay, and when the dark-colour'd dog is opening on his track;

The Song of the Tempest

Robinson Jeffers

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That would be a good world, free and out-doors.
But the vast hungry spirit of the time
Cries to his chosen that there is nothing good
Except discovery, experiment and experience and discovery: To look
truth in the eyes,
To strip truth naked, let our dogs do our living for us

The Silent Shepherds by Robinson Jeffers

Б.Л. и З.Н. Пастернак

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Photo by Jerry Cooke

Стучат колеса на селе.
Струятся и хрустят колосья.
Далёко, на другой земле
Рыдает пес, обезголосев.

Село в серебряном плену
Горит белками хат потухших,
И брешет пес, и бьет в луну
Цепной, кудлатой колотушкой.

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КОНЕЦ

Наяву ли всё? Время ли разгуливать?
Лучше вечно спать, спать, спать, спать
И не видеть снов.

Снова — улица. Снова — полог тюлевый,
Снова, что ни ночь — степь, стог, стон,
И теперь и впредь.

Листьям в августе, с астмой в каждом атоме,
Снится тишь и темь. Вдруг бег пса
Пробуждает сад.

Ждет — улягутся. Вдруг — гигант из затеми,
И другой. Шаги. «Тут есть болт».
Свист и зов: тубо!

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Dorothy Parker

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Photo by Edward Steichen

E.L. Doctorow with Becky

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E.L. Doctorow with Becky, a Weimaraner, swimming in Gardiner's Bay, NY- August 3, 1975
Photo by Jill Krementz

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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Witold and Rita Gombrowicz with Psina

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