posted on Sep, 17 2018 @ 10:06 AM
From the Spectator of August 5th, 1871
There was a charming dog case heard on the Croydon circuit on Tuesday. Lady Selwyn claimed a dog, a splendid specimen of the Labrador breed, all black
but his chest and paws, and with a magnificent head. It was urged by plaintiff that the dog was only two years old. It was in the possession of a Mr.
Booth, who alleged, in all sincerity it would appear, that the dog was seven years old, had been been lost by him in 1867, and had since been
recovered. Baron Bramwell, who understands big dogs, suggested that the dog's evidence should be taken, and the beast being introduced into Court and
accommodated, as became his dignity, with a seat on the bench, gave his evidence, we were going to say, like a Christian, but much more
discriminatingly than most Christians do. He tolerated Mr. Booth good-naturedly, but when the governess who had fed him at Lady Selwyn's came into
Court he whined and struggled to get near her. Not being a Christian, he was not expected to tell lies, and was therefore unsworn; but his evidence
decided the ownership, and the judge decided the damages. He would give £100 for him, he said,—a bit of deliciously irregular and conclusive
evidence, The dog on hearing the decision quitted the bench, cut Mr. Booth dead, and ran delightedly up to the governess. He ought to have a vote.