“She
[Lady Lillycraft] has brought two dogs with her, also, out of a number of pets
which she maintains at home. One is a fat spaniel called Zephyr—though heaven
defend me from such a zephyr! He is fed out of all shape and comfort; his eyes
are nearly strained out of his head; he wheezes with corpulency, and cannot
walk without great difficulty. The other is a little, old, gray muzzled
curmudgeon, with an unhappy eye, that kindles like a coal if you only look at
him; his nose turns up; his mouth is drawn into wrinkles, so as to show his
teeth; in short, he has altogether the look of a dog far gone in misanthropy,
and totally sick of the world. When he walks, he has his tail curled up so tight
that it seems to lift his feet from the ground; and he seldom makes use of more
than three legs at a time, keeping the other drawn up as a reserve. This last
wretch is called Beauty.”—American man of letters and diplomat Washington
Irving (1783-1859), “The Widow's Retinue,” in Bracebridge Hall (1822)
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