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Who loves me loves my dog.
[Lat., Qui m'aime il aime mon chien.]
Who loves me loves my dog.
[Lat., Qui m'aime il aime mon chien.]
And she said, Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which
fall from their masters' table.
And she said, Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which
fall from their masters' table.
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
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On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
To be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire;
But thinks, admitted read more
To be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire;
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Go wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense
Weigh thy opinion against Providence.
What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.
What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.
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.
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.
Well-washed and well-combed domestic pets grow dull; they miss the stimulus of fleas.
Well-washed and well-combed domestic pets grow dull; they miss the stimulus of fleas.
The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs.
The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs.
