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loves: you win if you guessed "pets" and "museums". Also books, art history, travel, British punk, Korean kimchi, bindis, martinis, and other things TBD. I will always make it very clear if a post is sponsored in any way. Drop me a line at thepetmuseum AT gmail.com !

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

vintage wordless wednesday

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Monday, November 12, 2018

official card-carrying us navy mascot

His name was Apache, 25 pounds, black eyes and black and white hair, rated Dog1c.  Or in any case that's what his Navy ID card said.  In honor of Veterans' Day, I'd like to send you to the Naval History Blog's article introducing us to Apache and others: the journalist Scoop, the freshly buzzcut Musume, and Rickey at attention.  Here you go.
And to all veterans, human and animal, thank you for your service!

Saturday, November 10, 2018

well guarded

Purchase, The Charles Engelhard Foundation Gift, 1989
An evil spirit would think twice about bringing pestilence to your door once it came up against this mastiff.  Dating from the Near Eastern Kassites of the 2nd millennia B.C., this mighty fellow is a sterling example of the culture's ceramic mastery.  He's all of 16.3 x 14.17 inches, but his presence is much bigger; I fully expected to hear he was closer to 3 feet tall.  The record for this work at the Met states that he may have been a guardian figure representing Gula, the goddess of healing.  As intimidating as he appears, I remind myself that his ferocity would be a source of security against the unknown powers of disease sneaking through the door.  You want a brave friend for that; here he is.

Thursday, November 01, 2018

all souls' day: a memorial for jock, 1893

A rollicksome frolicsome rare old cock
As ever did nothing was our dog Jock;
A gleesome, fleasome, affectionate beast,
As slow at a fight, as swift at a feast;
A wit among dogs, when his life 'gan fail,
One couldn't but see the old wag in his tale,
When his years grew long and his eyes grew dim,
And his course of bark could not strengthen him.
Never more now shall our knees be pressed
By his dear old chops in their slobbery rest,
Nor our mirth be stirred at his solemn looks,
As wise, and as dull, as divinity books.
Our old friend 's dead, but we all well know
He 's gone to the Kennels where the good dogs go,
Where the cooks be not, but the beef-bones be,
And his old head never need turn for a flea.
Attributed to "Payn" (possibly James Payn), in Leonard, R. M. (Robert Maynard). The Dog In British Poetry. London: D. Nutt, 1893. p. 193.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

vintage halloween greetings

thanks freevintageillustrations.com
Nothing like a cozy chat about ghosts between friends.  But if you love Halloween as much as I do, then this makes perfect sense. 
Happy Halloween, dear readers all!
Keep your black cats safe, and have fun!

Monday, October 29, 2018

of the catte

images courtesy of the wellcome library, CC BY 4.0
Laurence Andrew (active c. 1510-1537) provided this illustration "Of the Catte" in his book The noble lyfe & natures of man, of bestes, serpentys, fowles & fisshes yt be moste knowen.  (Want to see the whole book?  It's here.  The poet Algernon Swinburne apparently owned this very copy.) If he actually had a cat, it must have been one of those that likes water, because this is not at all the usual illustration of the sort of Catte you and I know and feed.

Friday, October 26, 2018

good companions

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From the Thomas Murray Collection at the University of British Columbia's library.  Exact date and creator unknown, but the charm and style of these two friends at the window is easy to see.  I personally think the style looks circa 1910-1920.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

vintage wordless wednesday

Image from page 163 of "The new book of the dog," 1910, PD