Doe and Hope

Description

The well-preserved terrier dog mask, mounted in the original buff lined three dimensional stained pine glazed display case surviving from the first quarter of the twentieth century.

The mask itself is in good condition, preserved well and with no losses. The case has suffered a little more in its hundred years in that the lining has water-marks and staining to several areas. The whole is completely original and the glass is all as should be if a little loose. The case has a marble paper top and hanging hook for wall mounting.

Tim, An Irish Terrier
By Winifred Mary Letts (1882 – 1972)

It's wonderful dogs they're breeding now
Small as a flea or large as a cow
But my old lad Tim he'll never be bet
By any dog that he ever met,
Come on 'says he'for I'm not kilt yet!

No matter the size of the dog he'll meet,
Tim trails his coat the length o'the street.
D'ye mind his scar an'his ragged ear,
The like of a Dublin Fusilier?
He's a massacree dog that knows no fear.

But he'd stick to me till his lastest breath
An'he'd go with me to the gates of death.
He'd wait a thousand years,maybe,
Scratching the door an'whining for me
If myself were inside in Purgatory.

So I laugh when I hear them make it plain
That dogs and men never meet againj.
For all their talk who'd listen to them
With the soul in the shining eyes of him?
Would God be wasting a dog like Tim?