Taffy has had an education as many sided as that of a Jesuit. If he
was to be sent for at once to Windsor Castle we should not have a
qualm about his behaviour, unless, indeed, he should fall, like Guy
Heavystone, into “the old reckless mood,” in which case he would
loaf about the Royal stables when he should be in attendance on the
Sovereign.
Taffy entered on the scene as an absurd speckled puppy of three months
old. His hair was like tow, and of so strange a hue that when we
presented only his back to a stranger he was rarely guessed to be a
dog. Some said a rabbit and some a cat; some suggested a lemur, as
no one knew what that was like; and some darkly hinted that we were
harbouring a young hyæna.
Taffy was brought up in the stables, and early exhibited a lively
intelligence. In the gates of the stable-yard there was a little door
which opened with a push from the outside. With a spring and a scramble
Taffy could get over the gates and would push the little door open for
a less agile companion.
With this intelligence Taffy developed an unpleasant temper. “Strange
fits of passion” has he known. The first time he saw a bicycle it
was being ridden by a harmless little boy. Without hesitation, Taffy
knocked down the bicycle and bit the bicyclist.
We all know that intelligence is developed by education, and character
controlled by discipline, so Taffy was sent for schooling to a shepherd
and coupled with an old, discreet dog. And with regard to this a
pleasanter side of his character came to the fore. He had no vulgar
pride; for if in later days when he was running with his own horse and
carriage he met his monitor, he greeted him with genuine pleasure and
respect, and without a touch of patronage. Taffy is a prig, but he is
not a snob.
He came home from school, having laid the foundation of his education
and learnt to keep his temper. A certain superstructure of cultivation
was built upon this, and having (probably) known the pains of the
stick, he was now initiated into its pleasures. He learnt to fetch and
carry, and retrieve; and such enthusiasm did he show that he began to
break branches off trees and uproot tender saplings in the shrubberies.
The next great landmark of Taffy’s life was a round of visits. In
strict accuracy the round consisted of two visits, and the first visit
lasted for eight months; but this acted as a finishing school for
Taffy’s manners and the turning point of his career. For in this first
visit he was taken into the house, and took part in family life. It
was a real, independent visit, and Taffy was practically alone, for
although Matilda was staying in the same house she was in the kitchen,
and could not from the height of her gentility keep a watchful eye on
him.
Taffy was so frank and free, so anxious to please and to be pleased,
that he was beloved from attic to basement. There was a little boy of
his own age for him to play with, and the friends he stayed with knew
well how to make a dog feel at home. Indeed, it must be confessed that
he still awakes a certain jealousy in the bosoms of his own family
by the ear-piercing welcome with which he greets these friends. He
still considers their house a preserve of his own; when he went there
subsequently with his mistress he gave her a cordial welcome at the
front door, and there was something blatant in the way he showed
himself at home. He considered it all too literally as a preserve of
his own; for, though he was never pressed to join a shooting party, he
brought back his bag.
At the next house Taffy rejoined his family, who were proud and pleased
to mark the improvement in his manners and deportment. He had fine
social qualities, for finding a Dandie Dinmont in jealous possession,
he endeavoured to make friends by helping him to the afternoon tea,
which had been left on the lawn. Dandie was not tall enough to reach
the table, so Taffy handed down a few jam sandwiches on to the grass.
This pleasant little incident did not hinder Taffy from knocking down
the terrier when he grew quarrelsome, but, having done so, he stood
four-square above him, and smiled over the grizzled head snapping
helplessly between his feet.