Dogs

The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.

The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.

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.

Gentlemen of the Jury: The one, absolute, unselfish friend that
man can have in this selfish world, the one read more

Gentlemen of the Jury: The one, absolute, unselfish friend that
man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts
him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his
dog.
- George Graham Vest, Eulogy on the Dog,

The more one comes to know men, the more one comes to admire the
dog.
[Lat., Plus on read more

The more one comes to know men, the more one comes to admire the
dog.
[Lat., Plus on apprend a connaltre l'homme, plus on apprend a
estimer le chien.]

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But read more

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.

The more I see the representatives of the people, the more I love
my dogs.
[Fr., Plus je read more

The more I see the representatives of the people, the more I love
my dogs.
[Fr., Plus je vois des representants du peuple, plus j'aime mes
chiens.]

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.]

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.

Whosoever loveth me loveth my hound.

Whosoever loveth me loveth my hound.

It is bad to awaken a sleeping dog.
[It., Il fait mal eveiller le chien qu dort.]

It is bad to awaken a sleeping dog.
[It., Il fait mal eveiller le chien qu dort.]