I intend on reading all of Albert Payson Terhune’s dog books (28?) and Bruce is the second dog book after Lad: A dog. Published in 1920. It is a book on a dog that will become a World War One war hero, of course after winning dog shows to become a champion first.
Love great old books, and I liked how people used to write in them, my copy has written in it: ‘Brian, from Uncle Bob and Aunt Vera, 12-25-49.’
But before we get to the story of Bruce in this book, there is the Story of his mother named Rothsay Lass. Considered a ‘second’ with ears too perked and a head not like the Borzoi current standard. Her greatest fault was to be born a female though. The book points back to Crusader days and says:
“A mare – or a female of nearly any species except the canine – brings as high and as ready a price as does the male. But never the female dog. Except for breeding, she is not wanted.”
What follows is a nice beginning story of Lass and a small boy. Through a little adventure the dog winds up at ‘The Place’ (Sunnybank) with the Mister, who doesn’t want the dog, and the Mistress, who of course does. From Lass comes Bruce.
“If it’s a freak to be the only puppy in a litter,” answered the Mistress, refusing to part with her enthusiasm over the miracle, “then this one ought to bring us luck. Let’s call him ‘Bruce.’ You remember, the original Bruce won because of the mystic number, seven. This Bruce has got to make up to us for the seven puppies that weren’t born. See how proud she is of him! Isn’t she a sweet little mother?”
Bruce is born to be an ugly duckling, but of course becomes a dog that wins dog shows. That is common in Terhunes books, but kinda wish it wasn't so. To me, each dog is a great thing, and I don't like the association that the best looking are in any way better than any other dog.
After winning in the show ring, the Mister and Mistress agree to donate the dog they love to the war effort.
“When I think of the people who give their sons and everything they have, to the country, I feel ashamed of not being more willing to let a mere dog go. But then Bruce is not just a ‘mere dog.’ He is – he is Bruce.”
The WWI story is great. Heart wrenching to think of all animals that served in such dangerous roles. Dogs are such bundles of joy, and to think of a dog that you love in one of those jobs would be tough to bear. They just follow what the are told and follow those they learn to love and serve.
“All dogs find it hard to resist the mysterious lure of a walk in human companionship. True the night was not an ideal one for a ramble, and the fog had a way of congealing wetly on Bruce’s shaggy coat. Still, a damp coat was not enough of a discomfort to offset the joy of a stroll with his friends. So Bruce had followed the twelve men quietly into No Man’s Land, falling decorously into step behind Mahan."
Very nice story. Let me finish with this last quote-
“But Bruce was a hero because he was just a dog, and because he didn’t know enough to be anything else but a hero.”