Schwartz

'Schwartz' is a novel about the dog who bears the same name as the title of this book and the man who discovered him. The story is told from the perspective of the man, who remained unnamed and stumbled upon Schwartz one day, watching him as he walked pensively round a corner eighty yards down the avenue, and paused to scratch one ear with a hind foot. He stood for a time with a thoughtful air, looked up the avenue and down the avenue, and then with slow deliberation, and an occasional pause for thought, he walked towards the narrator. When within half a dozen yards he stopped and took good stock of me, with brown eyes overhung by thick grizzled eyebrows. Then he offered a short, interrogative, authoritative bark, a mere monosyllable of inquiry.