Long-Ago Dogs & Their Devoted Companions: The Days of the Dogs

A lady motorist driving in the open-air with her favorite passenger, circa 1910.

A lady motorist driving in the open-air with her favorite passenger, circa 1910.

We think we’re so different because of either our age or the age in which we live. Mastercards, Hybrids, iPhones, eHarmony, we’re just so damn with it that we often feel like just shoving it up the app and being done with it.

We’re not that different, really, than those from before. They had their aeoroplanes, Tin Lizzies, classified ads. People were going to forget how to write entirely once they got a hand-cranked telephone in the parlor. They didn’t.

Saint Roch is usually shown with a welt on his leg to indicate his miraculously vanquishing the plague, but inevitably more pleasantly depicted with a Dog.

The origins of the phrase “Dog Days of Summer” are traced back to ancient Greece and Rome, tied to the astrological placement of the star Canis Majoris (yes, as in canine) and the Latin expression dies caniculares (yes, “the puppy days.”) Some credit the August connection to Dogs with August 16, the holy day of medieval Saint Roch, the patron saint of not just Dogs, but people wrongly accused, bachelors, and the plague. Who couldn’t relate to Roch, the original dog-whisperer.

One thing really has never changed. Our fascination, dependency, and just plain love of Dogs. We talk to them, we wonder what they think. We never really know. They have us wrapped around their paws.

Most of us (at least those not sick enough to take out frustrations with our own species in vile acts of cruelty, betrayal and neglect towards that one which still keep coming back with love) trust and rely on their silent presence. They give us balance, satisfaction and purpose. They give us a love that is always heartbreaking; permanent, lifelong devotion all the while we are conscious of the fact that their vivid lives will prove far more ephemeral than our own.

As proven by the faces seen in these one hundred-plus images of Dogs and their companions, our commitment to these Sentient Beings may well prove to be the most enduring accomplishment of the Human Being.

With the days now getting hotter, before they wane, our Dogs are lazing about more, a bit less enthusiastic to get out and about, more inclined to instead stay peacefully inside with us.

This is the start of “The Dogs Days of August,” and no better time to look into some of their faces and recognize the continuity among them – and among the generations of ourselves.

They are all of us, the very old to the very young, white, black, brown, yellow red, men, women, high-hats and low-brows, slickers and bumpkins, snobs and peasants, nose-to-the-grindstoners and goodtime-Charleys.

Apart from death itself, it almost seems that the Dog is what binds us together.

We create problems that don’t exist. They can usually solve them, simply by widening their poignant, fluid eyes and fixing them onto us.

Every Dog, truly, is a Buddha; it just may be that the sad experiences one of us has put them throw has learned to fear being themselves.

These images have been collected over the years from public domain sources stretching back to the 1880s and stopping about 1961. The ones chosen here were culled from an even larger number; it was difficult to chose which to post.

In the many reviews of the final choices, I confess to seeing three or four repeats. I was about to go through them all again, carefully, but then, with Hooch on the big blue chair and Hudson on the brown leather sofa, looking at me from the left and from the right, I believe I have found a more important way to spend a spare hour.

Ball catchers.

Ball catchers.

His boy.

His boy.

In their furs.

In their furs.

Gentlemen all.

Gentleman all.

The gang's all here.

The gang’s all here.

Bestest pals.

Bestest pals.

Lounge lizards.

Lounge lizards.

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He’ll do the walking to let his pal ride.

What a pair,

What a pair.

Yes? No. Ok.

Yes? No. Ok.

Baby and bow-wow.

The gang's all here.

The gang’s all here.

It's okay.

It’s okay.

He's got your back.

He’s got your back.

No - that way!

No – that way!

Fido fiddling.

Fido fiddling.

 

We've got you covered.

We’ve got you covered.

Outnumbered.

Outnumbered.

Step to it.

Step to it.

Yes darling.

Yes darling.

Giggly pups.

Giggly pups.

Who's your alpha?

Who’s your alpha?

Natural blondes.

Pup put up with pulling.

Puts up with pulls.

Showing off some.

Showing off some.

Dock inspectors.

Dock inspectors.

Bench-warmers.

Bench-warmers.

Ruff and ready.

Ruff and ready.

We like that.

We like that.

Doing just fine.

Doing just fine.

He's with me.

He’s with me.

Right by their side.

Right by their side.

Alley pooch and pal.

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Duster and leash.

Happy and uncertain.

Happy and uncertain.

Lounge lizards.

Lounge lizards.

Ok, so here's the plan....

Ok, so here’s the plan….

The pack is alright.

The pack is alright.

I’m done! For real this time!

No, you decide.

No, you decide.

Talk to him.

Talk to him.

Oh come on, we can rest anytime!

Oh come on, we can rest anytime!

Say....aren't you....?

Say….aren’t you….?

 

Both of us - or neither.

Both of us – or neither.

 

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Pleasantly pleased, equally so.

 

Gone fishing.

 

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Twins and their keepers.

 

Well-balanced.

Well-balanced.

 

One for me…one for you. One for me….

 

Matching pair.

 

Truly at home.

 

Then sixty crunches….

 

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Don’t make me choose.

Pup put up with pulling.

Putting up with puppy pulling.

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Hold on there.

Who's the real alpha?

Who’s your alpha?

Yes? No. Ok.

Yes? No. Ok.

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Like missy, like puppy.

Looking at who?

Looking at who?

A mutual humor.

A mutual humor.

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Impatient poser and her distracted ward.

The fancies.

Fancy that.

A dog became a horse for a boy.

A boy and his horse.

Center of the universe.

Center of the universe.

Equal indeed.

Equal indeed.

A Victorian and his pug.

A long-nose and a short one.

"In sickness and in health.."

“In sickness and in health..”

I'm not getting a trim if he doesn't.

I’m not getting a trim if he doesn’t.

Just to be.

Just to be.

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Precious dears.

Back porchers.

Back porchers.

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King of the Wall and his Lady.

Watching the show.

Watching the show.

Spit-spot.

Spit-spot.

I can't thank you enough...

I can’t thank you enough…

The big and the small.

The big and the small of it all.

Can you rhumba too?

One for all.

One for all.

Ready for action.

Ready for action.

Eyes on the camera.

Eyes on the camera.

Her own little one for life.

Her own for life.

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Don’t make me laugh.

He's against fur.

He’s against fur.

Co-workers.

Co-workers.

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He carries the goods, but the other got the gold.

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Happy holds Sleepy.

The little one razzes the the little one.

The little one razzes the the little one.

Field work.

Field work.

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Sharing the pup.

Long day.

Long day.

Equally officious,

Equally officious.

Their quiet corner.

Their quiet corner.

No, you. No - you.

No, you. No – you.

The pack is alright.

The pack is alright.

Big boy.

Big boy. Little boy.

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Strolling the docks.

Helping out.

Helping out.

 

They rode together.

Three together.

 

Pup pause on a walk.

Pup pause on a walk.

 

Gentile canines.

Gentile canines.

 

Two for one.

Two for one.

 

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A sad lady held up by her pup.

 

Not letting go.

Not letting go.

 

He's got your back.

He’s got your back.

 

An old gent and his Dane.

To market - for a bone?

To market – for a bone?

The boss sits.

The boss sits.

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The pooch a bit wary of the camera.

Big boy.

Big boy.

Their quiet corner.

Their quiet corner.

Can't be any closer.

Can’t be any closer.

Helping out.

Helping out.

Field work.

Field work.

Cheese.

Cheese.

Long day.

Long day.

Eyes on the camera.

Eyes on the camera.

Reassuring one another.

Reassuring one another.

Hunting help.

Hunting help.

Baby and bow-wow.

Baby and bow-wow.

Back porchers.

Back porchers.

Mom, dad and the kid.

Mom, dad and the little one.

Equal indeed.

Equal indeed.

On a mission.

On a mission.

Babysitting.

Babysitting.

One for all.

One for all.

Bearded ones.

Bearded ones.

He just can't look at this.

He just can’t look at this.

Lots of loving.

Lots of loving.

Poseurs.

Poseurs.

The babies.

Three babies.

Warmth in the cold.

Warmth in the cold.

Close together.

Close together.

Triplets.

Triplets.

Little lap.

Little lap.

Being outside.

Being outside.

Fido fiddling.

Fido fiddling.

C'mon, it's time for Lassie.

C’mon, it’s time for Lassie.

At the ready.

At the ready.

We've got you covered.

We’ve got you covered.

I'm not getting a trim if he doesn't.

I’m not getting a trim if he doesn’t.

Hang on there.

Hang on there.

Her big boy. His little girl.

Her big boy. His little girl.

Both of us - or neither.

Both of us – or neither.

One for me...one for you. One for me....

One for me…one for you. One for me….

Heading home.

Heading home.

Can we go now?

Can we go now?

Outnumbered.

Outnumbered.

The boys.

The boys.

So what do you see?

So what do you see?

Play that one again.

Play that one again.

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On the job.

 

The way it should be.

The way it should be.


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