First meeting
Dr. Watson was not in when we reached Baskerville Hall. However, Sir Henry was, and he greeted us joyfully.
"Welcome, Mr. Holmes!" he said jovially, shaking Holmes' hand vigorously. "I am very glad to see you indeed! Watson and I have been getting along fine, but I have been hoping you would come! We are still as baffled as ever on this bizarre spectral figure."
"I am sure, Sir Henry, that time will reveal the culprit." Holmes said calmly.
"Quite right, Mr. Holmes. And what of your friend here?"
It took a moment for me to realize that he was speaking about me. I looked up at him, and wagged my tail a little.
"Oh, her?" Holmes said indifferently, "She is mine. I purchased her specifically to assist me in my business."
Sir Henry began scratching my ears, a very pleasant sensation. "Does she have a name?"
"No. I confess I am not skilled in the naming of possessions."
I bristled a little at the 'insult,' But Sir Henry kept scratching my ears, and I found it impossible to be mad. I found myself liking the man. He had a kind eye and a hearty voice, and his hands were soft and gentle as they caressed my fur. I rolled upon my back, inviting him to rub my belly. This he did, and I found myself drifting off when Holmes brought me back to reality.
"As much as I hate to break up this 'getting to know you' session, I really think we should go inside, as it is bitterly cold out here."
Sir Henry rose up led the way into his mansion. I heaved a sigh and followed.
"You know, Holmes, as you will undoubtedly be busy with this case, I would be perfectly willing to walk and feed your dog when you are unable to manage it."
"That, Sir Henry, would be greatly appreciated." Holmes said, looking down at me. "Do you think you could handle her?"
"Oh yes. I've worked with dogs all my life. They make wonderful pets, and this one seems to me to be the most intelligent and kindest dog ever created."
I wagged my tail and licked his hand. This was going to be fun after all.
Dr. Watson was not in when we reached Baskerville Hall. However, Sir Henry was, and he greeted us joyfully.
"Welcome, Mr. Holmes!" he said jovially, shaking Holmes' hand vigorously. "I am very glad to see you indeed! Watson and I have been getting along fine, but I have been hoping you would come! We are still as baffled as ever on this bizarre spectral figure."
"I am sure, Sir Henry, that time will reveal the culprit." Holmes said calmly.
"Quite right, Mr. Holmes. And what of your friend here?"
It took a moment for me to realize that he was speaking about me. I looked up at him, and wagged my tail a little.
"Oh, her?" Holmes said indifferently, "She is mine. I purchased her specifically to assist me in my business."
Sir Henry began scratching my ears, a very pleasant sensation. "Does she have a name?"
"No. I confess I am not skilled in the naming of possessions."
I bristled a little at the 'insult,' But Sir Henry kept scratching my ears, and I found it impossible to be mad. I found myself liking the man. He had a kind eye and a hearty voice, and his hands were soft and gentle as they caressed my fur. I rolled upon my back, inviting him to rub my belly. This he did, and I found myself drifting off when Holmes brought me back to reality.
"As much as I hate to break up this 'getting to know you' session, I really think we should go inside, as it is bitterly cold out here."
Sir Henry rose up led the way into his mansion. I heaved a sigh and followed.
"You know, Holmes, as you will undoubtedly be busy with this case, I would be perfectly willing to walk and feed your dog when you are unable to manage it."
"That, Sir Henry, would be greatly appreciated." Holmes said, looking down at me. "Do you think you could handle her?"
"Oh yes. I've worked with dogs all my life. They make wonderful pets, and this one seems to me to be the most intelligent and kindest dog ever created."
I wagged my tail and licked his hand. This was going to be fun after all.