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. . . he was christened with water from a
rusty coffee can, but he failed to notice. He
was lying on the kitchen floor chewing a sock.
He is something less than three months old
and much too insignificant for his long name:
Silver Spade of Rocky Ridge. He knows only
that, when he is called, it means one of two
things. He has been naughty and will be
spanked, or he looks hungry and will be fed.
Spade was one of nine brothers and sisters,
most of them handsome. He was nothing in
particular except a pointed nose, four oversize
feet, and two gentle brown eyes. He was obvi
ously the only dog in the world worth owning.
Spade was carsick all the way home. With
anxious apology, he lost his lunch, his breakfast,
and a couple of meals from day before yester
day. Even in illness, he was irresistible.
Spade's house was elaborate. It had a
shingled roof, a thick bed of straw, and a large
lawn. Spade sobbed. In the box on the back
porch, he hiccupped his grief.
Upstairs by the bed he slept soundly. He
snored in contentment. And he rose each
morning at 4 o'clock for newspaper
skating and blanket ripping.
In other ways he is, of course, a genius.
While housebreaking himself, he has taken the
term literally. Nothing not welded to the floor
or built into the ceiling is safe from the white
kernels of his teeth or the inquiry of his nose.
He has also taught himself to fetch. When a
stick is thrown, he returns with a stone. When
a stone is tossed, he brings grass. He adores
food except the kind designed for him, and he
chews petals and petticoats without partiality.
To Spade, nothing is sacred. "No" is a word
which produces in him a belligerent bark
calculated to burst the eardrum. He is not
particularly suited for anything nor especially
talented. He will grow into 70 or 80 pounds
of dog delighted to sit on a lap or leap
across the piano.
out he is spectacular at creating love and
patience around him. By gnawing and grunt-
'"g. by being petted and scolded, by merely
fating and sleeping and licking the hands
which care for him, he makes his owners
mgs of all they survey.
And slaves of Spade.
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Delicate, distinctive.
Family Weekly, August 10, 1958
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WHY STOP THE FUN WITH ONLY ONE? THEY'RE PURE NABISCO COOKIES!