text_original: Here, by the red log fire, where the pine cones hissed and sputtered, the Irish terrier was her happy companion, laying his head upon her knee, or thrusting his black nose into her hand, now and then, to show her that there was somebody who loved her, and only refraining from leaping on her lap by the good manners inculcated in his puppyhood by an accomplished canine educator.
text_transcription: HERE BY THE RED LOG FIRERE WHERE THE PINE CONES HISSED AND SPUTTERED THE IRISH TERRIER WAS HER HAPPY COMPANION LAYING HIS HEAD UPON HER KNEE OR THRUSTING HIS BLACK NOSE INTO HER HAND NOW AND THEN TO SHOW HER THAT THERE WAS SOMEBODY WHO LOVED HER AND ONLY REFRAINING FROM LEAPING ON HER LAP BY THE GOOD MANNERS INCULCATED IN HIS PUPPYHOOD BY AN ACCOMPLISHED CANINE EDUCATOR
phonemes: hˈɪɹ, baɪ ðə ɹˈɛd lˈɔɡ fˈaɪɚ, wˌɛɹ ðə pˈaɪn kˈoʊnz hˈɪst ænd spˈʌɾɚd, ðɪ ˈaɪɹɪʃ tˈɛɹiɚ wʌz hɜː hˈæpi kəmpˈæniən, lˈeɪɪŋ hɪz hˈɛd əpˌɑːn hɜː nˈiː, ɔːɹ θɹˈʌstɪŋ hɪz blˈæk nˈoʊz ˌɪntʊ hɜː hˈænd, nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn, tə ʃˈoʊ hɜː ðæt ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmbɑːdi hˌuː lˈʌvd hɜː, ænd ˈoʊnli ɹᵻfɹˈeɪnɪŋ fɹʌm lˈiːpɪŋ ˌɔn hɜː lˈæp baɪ ðə ɡˈʊd mˈænɚz ˈɪŋkəlkˌeɪɾᵻd ɪn hɪz pˈʌpɪhˌʊd baɪ ɐn ɐkˈɑːmplɪʃt kˈeɪnaɪn ˈɛdʒuːkˌeɪɾɚ.