The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs.

The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs.

He was such a dear little cock-tailed pup.

He was such a dear little cock-tailed pup.

If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater. . . suggest that he wear read more

If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater. . . suggest that he wear a tail.

A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.

A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Ever consider what pets must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the read more

Ever consider what pets must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul - chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth!

How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg read more

How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.

We are two travellers, Roger and I.
Roger's my dog--come here, you scamp!
Jump for the gentleman--mind read more

We are two travellers, Roger and I.
Roger's my dog--come here, you scamp!
Jump for the gentleman--mind your eye!
Over the table,--look out for the lamp!
The rogue is growing a little old;
Five years we've tramped through wind and weather,
And slept out-doors when nights were cold,
And ate and drank and starved together.

But in come canine Paradise
Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and read more

But in come canine Paradise
Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and hill,
Seeking its master. . . . As for me
This prayer at least the gods fulfill
That when I pass the flood and see
Old Charon by Stygian coast
Take toll of all the shades who land,
Your little, faithful barking ghost
May leap to lick my phantom hand.