The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be by his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all others friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. 




He came to our house one Sunday morn
Fairly plastered with fleas and dirt,
With the waggiest tail you ever saw
And a look in his eyes that hurt.


I tried to chase him off the porch,
But he would set right down and grin
As if to say, “Are you crazy, man?”
When I move in, I am in.


So we sluiced him down with soap and suds,
Then turned him out to play.
The kids exclaimed, “Gee, he’s a pretty one, Dad.
You are not going to take him away.”


So he stayed and he had his work to do.
He was busy all the time
Chasing chickens out of the yard
And Sparrows out of the vines.


He was out to meet us when we came home,
Fairly bursting with joy and vim.
We are just common folks in our neighborhood,
But we were all the world to him.


He’s a little brown dog of a mongrel breed.
He made no bid to fame.
He was only a mutt as canines go,
But we loved him just the same.

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