The dog I refer to was a little white fox-terrier, Prin by name, who lived at the Lion Hotel. He began by displaying a fancy for playing with coins, not unusual amongst terriers, and he advanced to a discovery that he could exchange the coins for biscuits. He learned that for a halfpenny he could get two biscuits, and for a penny three; and, having become able to distinguish between the two coins, it was found impossible to cheat him.
The Most Talented Dogs in England, today in Roundtable.
PS make like the dog owners in this piece—reblog and tell us about what your dogs can do!
Obviously I especially want to read about your Corgis or Corgis you have met, but all breeds are welcome.
The reason I look so stupidly pleased with myself here is because my thesis has been approved, so you may now refer to me as a Master/Mistress* of Historic Preservation.
Sincere thanks to everyone who sent Corgi pictures over the last two years.
*Still working out the details on that part.
Hey Molly, I got you this birthday cake shaped like a cheesesteak!
I’m not usually into the ‘hapless, affable guy’ thing but I’m willing to make an exception.
Here I am working on my final assignments.
The National /// “Sea of Love” /// Trouble Will Find Me
I’ll allow it.
Breaking my own rule about the Internet on this most important of days to wonder why more men don’t dress (and look and sound and write songs and be tall) like Matt Berninger.