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In 1951, E.B. White – author of the beloved classics Charlotte’s Web and Stuart Little – got a bit defensive when accused of not paying his dog tax, and fired off a letter to his accusers (excerpts below).

12 April 1951

The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, York Avenue and East 92nd Street, New York, 28, NY

Dear Sirs:

I have your letter, undated, saying that I am harboring an unlicensed dog in violation of the law. If by “harboring” you mean getting up two or three times every night to pull Minnie’s blanket up over her, I am harboring a dog all right. The blanket keeps slipping off…of course with this night duty of mine, the way the blanket slips and all, I haven’t had any real rest in years. Minnie is twelve.

…She wears her metal license tag but I must say I don’t particularly care for it, as it is in the shape of a hydrant, which seems to me a feeble gag, besides being pointless in the case of a female. It is hard to believe that any state in the Union would circulate a gag like that and make people pay money for it, but Maine is always thinking of something….

You asked about Minnie’s name, sex, breed, and phone number. She doesn’t answer the phone. She is a dachshund and can’t reach it, but she wouldn’t answer it even if she could, as she has no interest in outside calls. I did have a dachshund once, a male, who was interested in the telephone, and who got a great many calls, but Fred was an exceptional dog (his name was Fred) and I can’t think of anything offhand that he wasn’t interested in. The telephone was only one of a thousand things. He loved life — that is, he loved life if by “life” you mean “trouble,” and of course the phone is almost synonymous with trouble. Minnie loves life, too, but her idea of life is a warm bed, preferably with an electric pad, and a friend in bed with her, and plenty of shut-eye, night and days. She’s almost twelve. I guess I’ve already mentioned that…

Sincerely yours,

E. B. White

Photo: E.B. White and his dachshund Minnie in the early 1940s.

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In 1951, E.B. White – author of the beloved classics Charlotte’s Web and Stuart Little – got a bit defensive when accused of not paying his dog tax, and fired off a letter to his accusers (excerpts below).

12 April 1951

The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, York Avenue and East 92nd Street, New York, 28, NY

Dear Sirs:

I have your letter, undated, saying that I am harboring an unlicensed dog in violation of the law. If by “harboring” you mean getting up two or three times every night to pull Minnie’s blanket up over her, I am harboring a dog all right. The blanket keeps slipping off…of course with this night duty of mine, the way the blanket slips and all, I haven’t had any real rest in years. Minnie is twelve.

…She wears her metal license tag but I must say I don’t particularly care for it, as it is in the shape of a hydrant, which seems to me a feeble gag, besides being pointless in the case of a female. It is hard to believe that any state in the Union would circulate a gag like that and make people pay money for it, but Maine is always thinking of something….

You asked about Minnie’s name, sex, breed, and phone number. She doesn’t answer the phone. She is a dachshund and can’t reach it, but she wouldn’t answer it even if she could, as she has no interest in outside calls. I did have a dachshund once, a male, who was interested in the telephone, and who got a great many calls, but Fred was an exceptional dog (his name was Fred) and I can’t think of anything offhand that he wasn’t interested in. The telephone was only one of a thousand things. He loved life — that is, he loved life if by “life” you mean “trouble,” and of course the phone is almost synonymous with trouble. Minnie loves life, too, but her idea of life is a warm bed, preferably with an electric pad, and a friend in bed with her, and plenty of shut-eye, night and days. She’s almost twelve. I guess I’ve already mentioned that…

Sincerely yours,

E. B. White

Photo: E.B. White and his dachshund Minnie in the early 1940s.

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Andy Warhol portrait of his dachshund Archie.

Since his picture was in the Daily News and the New York Post, when I take him out people say, ‘Oh look, there’s Andy Warhol’s dog.'”

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Life magazine photographer David Douglas Duncan — renowned for  combat photographs during the Korean War — spent the late 1950s photographing Picasso in the South of France.

In April 1957, Duncan brought his dachshund Lump to the photo session at Picasso’s villa because the dog didn’t get along with his fellow canine, an Afghan hound named Kublai Khan.

According to a New York Times article, “Lump immediately decided that this would be his new home,” Mr. Duncan recalled…“He more or less said, ‘Duncan, that’s it, I’m staying here.’…”

Picasso and Lump passed away in 1973, within one week of each other.

Duncan waited more than 30 years to publish the photographs of man and dog in PICASSO AND LUMP: A Dachshund’s Odyssey. Published by Bulfinch in 2006, the 100-page book is available from Amazon.com.