Treve

“To a dog, all men are gods. That does not mean they are his won particular gods or that he has any interest in most of them. But they are of the race which he and his ancestors have served and guarded and worshipped since the days when the new earth was covered with vapor and he Neanderthal man tamed the first wolf-cub.””

— Albert Payson Terhune

“At sound and scent of the approaching huddle of sheep, Treve leaped to his feet; queer ancestral instincts tugging at the back of his alert young brain. In all his eight months of life he had never seen nor smelt a sheep. But his Scottish ancestors, for a hundred generations, had earned their right to live by tending such creatures as these which came trooping past the shack. Something far stronger than himself urged the put to action.””

— Albert Payson Terhune

“The wavery light revealed him as a well-grown pup, about eight months old. Golden-tawny was his heavy coat and snowy were his ruff and frill and paws. he had about him the indefinable air that distinguishes a great dog from a merely good dog - even as a beautiful woman is distinguished from a merely pretty woman.His deepset dark eyes had the true "look of eagles" young as he was. His head and foreface were chiseled in strong classic lines. His small ears had the perfect tulip dip to them, without which no show-collie can hope to excel.””

— Albert Payson Terhune