The mythical watering hole, known only to canine cognoscenti...
Tuesday 20 December 2011
Monday 19 December 2011
Sunday 18 December 2011
A jolly educational diversion....
It's clearly a little known fact that Pavlov's conditional reflex was formulated with the help of the English Bull Terrier.......
http://www.nobelprize.org/educational/medicine/pavlov/pavlov.html
Tuesday 13 December 2011
A typical scene at a gentleman's club.....
Here's a peek at the usual sort of carry on at a typical gentleman's club. There is not a lot going on. It seems that "reading" is a pretext for a post prandial snooze. A cosy contentment prevails.
Surprisingly, the Athenaeum is not as luxuriously appointed as the Terriers'. The general effect is somewhat spartan considering it is one of London's most famous institutions of this kind....
Monday 12 December 2011
Terriers are Gentlemen....
You may wonder why a club, an institution so quintessentially British and frequented by gentlemen, should also exist for terriers. The story of Terence (R.I.P.)the Terriers' Club cat may cast some light....
An explanatory brass plaque at the base of the glass dome (which contains all that is left of Terence) tells all.
Terence came to the club as a stray. He quickly proved his worth and earned his keep by keeping the mice and rats under firm control.
At first, he met with the usual hostility between cats and dogs. It is a wonder he survived the first night but he was a large ginger tomcat and not to be messed with. Such was his ratting prowess that he immediately impressed even the traditionally anti-feline members. Certainly they became hot under the collar in his presence but were able to marshall great restraint. Some of course were friendlier than others as is the usual way.
Throughout his twenty years at the club he was always treated with respect and deference.
Dignity has always been the hallmark of the terrier breed.
An explanatory brass plaque at the base of the glass dome (which contains all that is left of Terence) tells all.
Terence came to the club as a stray. He quickly proved his worth and earned his keep by keeping the mice and rats under firm control.
At first, he met with the usual hostility between cats and dogs. It is a wonder he survived the first night but he was a large ginger tomcat and not to be messed with. Such was his ratting prowess that he immediately impressed even the traditionally anti-feline members. Certainly they became hot under the collar in his presence but were able to marshall great restraint. Some of course were friendlier than others as is the usual way.
Dignity has always been the hallmark of the terrier breed.
Thursday 8 December 2011
Tuesday 6 December 2011
Glassy eyes, stripy tail.......
Grateful for the glass dome, you peer more closely.
What's this, some stuffed oddity from a cabinet of curiosities? There's a hint of ginger fur. A fox? Too small. A squirrel perhaps?
The stiff whiskers, the stripy tail soon tell their own story. It's a cat. What macabre relic is this in such a dogs' enclave? What fell deed happened here?
You don't need to wonder for long. A brass plaque explains all. Meet Terence, the Terriers' Club Cat.
What's this, some stuffed oddity from a cabinet of curiosities? There's a hint of ginger fur. A fox? Too small. A squirrel perhaps?
The stiff whiskers, the stripy tail soon tell their own story. It's a cat. What macabre relic is this in such a dogs' enclave? What fell deed happened here?
Friday 2 December 2011
A Pair of Glassy Eyes.....
The fire spits suddenly in the hearth, setting into play shifting patterns of light across the room. Cut glass decanters glimmer on a side table. Your attention is subconsciously drawn to something else, something other. A pair of eyes meet yours from under a transparent dome......
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