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Francis, terrier hero of 1906 San Francisco Earthquake

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‘The nation’s heart was wrung,’ said Harper’s Weekly. And was it any wonder – the San Francisco people seemed ‘born for rejoicing’, and they should be permitted to rejoice again, as quickly as possible. And slowly and steadily the city began to struggle back on to its feet. Many symbols have been selected over the years to illustrate the city’s unflagging spirit. There is Francis, the St Francis Hotel wine-steward’s faithful terrier, who hid for five days in the cellars and emerged as perky as ever.

Simon Winchester. A Crack In the Edge of the World. The Great American Earthquake of 1906


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July 15, 2008 at 8:52 pm

What a Dog!

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Basil, The Wire-Haired Fox Terrier from You Tube

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June 17, 2008 at 11:58 am

Ten Tiny Terriers on Sesame Street

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June 16, 2008 at 12:54 pm

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Yoshitomo Nara’s Lonesome Puppy

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In his first book for children, renowned artist Yoshitomo Nara tells the charming story of a puppy so large that no one notices him-until a determined little girl climbs high enough to meet him and become his friend. A sweet tale from an artist for whom childhood holds a magical appeal, The Lonesome Puppy is sure to delight young readers and Nara fans of all ages.



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June 9, 2008 at 11:20 am

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Skippy profiled, 1938

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From The American Magazine. 1938

Movie actresses stroke Skippy lovingly. They coo at him and murmur endearing terms in his ears. He takes it all in his stride, because, what with contracts, options, and exacting work before the movie cameras, he hasn’t much time for the attentions of Hollywood’s most beautiful stars. But if he’s paid for it and given the proper cue he will snuggle in the arms of the loveliest of stars, gaze into her limpid eyes, and, if necessary – howl.
Skippy, a smart little wire-haired terrier, is one of the leading stars in pictures. He leads a glamorous life – a dog’s life de luxe. He is rated as one of the smartest dogs in the world, and when contracts are signed for his appearance in a picture he gets $200 a week for putting his paw-print on the dotted line. His trainer gets a mere $60.
His owner is Mrs. Gale Henry East, once a prominent movie comedienne. … “When Skippy has to drink water in a scene, the first time he does it he really drinks, If there are retakes and he’s had all the water he can drink, he’ll go through the scene just as enthusiastically as though his throat were parched, but he’ll fake it. If you watch closely you’ll see he’s just going through the motions of lapping and isn’t really picking up water at all. And, because he has a sense of humor, he loves it when you laugh and tell him you’ve caught him faking but that it’s all right with you.
“Treat a dog kindly and he’ll do anything in the world for you.”
In an interesting gaffe, at one point when Cary Grant wrestles and plays with “Mr. Smith” in The Awful Truth, he can be heard distinctly calling him “Skippy.”


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June 2, 2008 at 7:41 am

The Education of Skippy

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From a 1940’s book on dog stars of the cinema:

Skippy looked over Wendy Barrie’s shoulder as she studied her part in It’s A Small World. The pretty little English actress looked around quickly and caught him at it.

“Oho!” she scolded. “Trying to steal my scene are you?”

Skippy wiggled his stumpy little tail and hid his head between his paws. He looked so embarrassed that Miss Barrie had to laugh: She tousled his coat and patted his cold little nose.

“All right, Skippy! I’m not jealous. If you will be as cute as you were in The Thin Man, you can have the scene,” she promised him.

Skippy is a bright-eyed little wire-haired terrier who leaped into fame over night when he appeared with Myrna Loy and William Powell in Metro’s recent picture, The Thin Man. He made such a hit with his cute antics and the way in which he helped Powell uncover the murder by digging in the ground at the place where a body had been buried, that he has been working steadily ever since.

Skippy is four and a half years old now. His training began when he was three months old. In one month he had learned to sit up, lied down, to speak, and best of all, to come when called. He learned so fast and so easily that Henry East, his owner, who has been training dogs for the last twenty years, knew that he had a winner in this pup.

Dogs are like people. Some are smarter than others. Some are born to be stars an some are just dogs all their lives. Any trainer who has handled them can tell whether or not he has a star or just another lovable animal on his hands.

All dogs can be taught obedience and manners. That is the dog kindergarten. Skippy learned his first lessons in obedience at the end of a ten-foot training leash. As the trainer gave the command, “Come here, Skip,” he would gently pull the dog towards him just as one would pull in a little fish. When the pup was at his trainer’s feet, East would pet him and praise him for being a good dog. As an additional reward Skippy would get a bit of dog biscuit. After a dozen lessons like this, the pup would come tearing at his master’s call.

Learning to sit up was the next step. Mr. Skippy was placed with his back to a corner and lifted into position.

“Sit up! Hold it!” the trainer would say, as he showed the dog just what he wanted him to do.

Skippy’s intelligence was expanding now with each lesson. He was taught to sit, to crawl, to pick up an object and not only associate the action with the word, but also with a gesture of the hand. This was the most important part of his schooling for the screen, for a picture dog has to work with silent signals or “cues”.

The sound track of a picture records everything that is said while a scene is being made. The human actors must be letter perfect in their parts. Dog actors must learn to work through a routine with only a few rehearsals and silent cues from the trainer standing near. Sometimes it is necessary to give spoken commands which afterwards can be cut out of the sound track in the film cutting-room. But the real dog stars are too smart to need this.

By the time he was a year old Skippy had made his way through dog college and won his diploma. His master declared that the dog was ready for serious work. To give him experience, he put Skippy in several pictures just as background or “atmosphere”, as they call it in the studios. In this way he became accustomed to working under the strong lights.

Skippy as George in Bringing Up Baby

His big moment came when he was signed for a featured role in The Thin Man. One of the dog’s cutest tricks had been taught him by Jack Weatherwax, a trainer with Mr. East. Jack noticed that, when Skippy’s ears itched, he had a funny little habit of rubbing them on the floor or ground. Keeping his head down on the ground, with his hind legs he would walk around in a circle. Every time he did this, it made observers laugh.

“Let’s make a trick of that,” suggested Jack. “We’ll call it ‘going crazy.’ I don’t know what well use the trick for, but it ought to be good for a laugh in some spot or other.”

So every time Skippy put his head down to scratch his ears, Jack would shout, “That’s right, Skippy, go crazy!” Soon the dog associated the command with the action and when given the signal would go through the act.

During the making of The Thin Man the director wanted the dog to do some new trick which would show what he thought of as a noisy party going on in the living-room. Skippy was told to go to the door and look out at the party. Then he was to run under the bed and go crazy like the other actors. He looked so cute, that the shot got one of the biggest laughs in the picture.

William Powell became so attached to Skippy, while they were making the picture together, that he offered his trainer a big sum for him. East refused to sell him but trained and presented a clever little dachshund, Jerry, to Mr. Powell instead.

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May 25, 2008 at 12:41 am

Casino Royale

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An hour later, Bond walked into the Hermitage bar and chose a table near one of the broad windows.

The room was sumptuous with those over masculine trappings which together with briar pipes and wirehaired terriers, spell luxury in France.

Ian Fleming. Casino Royale. 1953


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May 23, 2008 at 6:03 am