Let its face be black; let
its forefront be shaggy; let its forehead be
straight and low.
Let its eyes be large and
luminous; let its ears be set like the sails of war
junk; let its nose be like that of the monkey god of
Let its forelegs be bent;
so that it shall not desire to wander far, or leave
the Imperial precincts.
Let its body be shaped like
that of a hunting lion spying for its prey.
Let its feet be tufted with
plentiful hair that its football may be soundless
and for its standard of pomp let it rival the whisk
of the Tibetans' Yak, which is flourished to protect
the imperial litter from flying insects.
Let it be lively that it
may afford entertainment by its gambols; let it be
timid that it may not involve itself in danger; let
it be domestic in its habits that it may live in
amity with the other beasts, fishes or birds that
find protection in the Imperial Palace.
And for its color, let it
be that of the lion - a golden sable, to be carried
in the sleeve of a yellow robe; or the color of a
red bear, or a black and white bear, or striped like
a dragon, so that there may be dogs appropriate to
every costume in the Imperial wardrobe.
Let it venerate its
ancestors and deposit offerings in the canine
cemetery of the Forbidden City on each new moon.
Let it comport itself with
dignity; let it learn to bite the foreign devils