Hornaday’s War CHAPTER 6 A Mysterious Stranger One winter afternoon in 1888, about two years after his return from the Montana Territory, William Temple Hornaday was kneeling in the ersatz buffalo grass and sage of an immense museum display in the Hall of Mammals, at the National Museum in Washin...
There was the dog who taught me not to take it personally; the dog who did bite the hand that feeds him while feeding him; and the dog who patiently waited while I learned that choke chains were not my training tool of choice. But there is one dog who taught me more than most, the one to whom I o...