By Ben Welter
This 1969 letter to the editor in the Tribune caught my eye because dogs have been so much in the news of late. When I wandered over to the photo files in the Star Tribune library tonight, looking for a dog photo to go with this post, I found many, many dog photos. So many, in fact, that a dozen folders were needed to organize them. Sled dogs. Police dogs. Guide dogs. Vicious dogs. Dogs with ducks.
Dogs with ducks? Sure enough, that last folder contained a half-dozen photos of dogs frolicking with — or ignoring — ducks. The next folder was a placeholder, directing me to another file drawer a few feet away. The placeholder label: “DOGS – WITH MONKEYS. See: MONKEYS – WITH DOGS.”
I ended up using an unlikely find in the Vicious Dogs folder.
‘Bounty’ on City Dogs Proposed
|David Andersen, a Minneapolis lad of 3, and his pal, King, a Lab-spaniel mix, were in the news on Feb. 7, 1952. The 8-month-old pup was charged with biting a leather goods importer in the leg twice. David’s mom landed in municipal court, where she was ordered to fence in King or pay a $50 fine. Doesn’t he look contrite? The kid, I mean. The dog looks … worried.|
To the editor: Why not a bounty on city dogs? Was there ever a more nerve-racking experience than trying to sleep when a near-neighbor’s dog is barking all night? Or to have your lawn destroyed by a pack of unlicensed mutts loose day and night? What useful purpose do these animals serve?
One cannot blame the dogs for barking and whining when they are tied in the yard while their owners are gone for the day, night or weekend. Nor is it the dog’s fault if he is running loose searching for food or company. The blame for all this annoyance and the destruction of property falls squarely upon the inconsiderate owners and their utter disregard for laws calling for licensing and keeping dogs confined.
Another reason dogs should be eliminated from the city is the waste of money spent to feed and care for them when it could be much better spent to feed the millions of men, women and children who go to bed hungry.
Roy W. Holst