More Old-Fashioned Collies?

This article was published in the December 15, 1912 issue of Country Life in America.

To The Editors:

Regarding the article in Country Life for August 15th, may I say a few words for the old-fashioned Collie? I have owned two,the short-haired, and the long-haired.

Laddie was a Pedigreed dog of good old-fashioned type

Mine were pedigreed dogs; they came from Wales stock, the mother of one being imported into this country. Both dogs were very intelligent. The long-haired one, Laddie, was almost human. The brother to Laddie was kept on Franklin Field, Boston, for two summers to tend the sheep, and they said that he was the finest dog they had ever had for the work. I consider their heads far more beautiful than that of the new long-nosed collie, and I know that for real intelligence they never have been beaten. I am sending a photograph of my Laddie. Since our dear, good comrade passed away, somehow I never have wanted another Collie. Could I find one like him, I am afraid I should change my mind, but nobody seems to have his kind.

Newton Centre, Mass. Mrs. C. B. Holden

To The Editors:

I have been much interested in the calling back of the old fashioned Collie. They are a great breed of dogs and I have known then from boyhood up.

I enclose a picture taken at my fatlier's home in Conneaut, O., about five years ago, of their dog Ponto, my little girl, and her cousin. This dog has since passed away. He was quiet, intelligent, and one of the finest dogs I have ever known. I think this a true type of the old-style Collie. If Mr. Editor of The Collie Folio calls these dogs muts, he had better become acquainted. Hartford, Conn. F. A. Curtis

Ponto and his two playmates

To The Editors:

Having read with great interest your articles on the old fashioned Collie, I am sending you a few photographs of one I had in the old country, but now unfortunately dead. His name was Jan. He was as intelligent as any person. If you told him to shepherd the fowl he would immediately drive them into their run. But perhaps his favorite trick was to take to some member of the family a scrap of paper with a biscuit or piece of sugar enclosed; he would hunt about till he found the right person, never attempting to eat the morsel. He knew his right paw from his left, and always gave the one asked for. Though we had at that time four white cats, each known by at least two names, if you told him to get up in a chair with any of them he did so at once.

Regina, Sask. J. Austin.

Two views of Jan and his adopted family. He had an especially warm place in his heart for kittens

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