Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the
creature run from the read more

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the
creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great
image of authority--a dog's obeyed in office.

No animal should ever jump up on the dining room furniture unless absolutely certain that he can hold his own read more

No animal should ever jump up on the dining room furniture unless absolutely certain that he can hold his own in the conversation."

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp read more

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.

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.]

I have a dog of Blenheim birth,
With fine long ears and full of mirth;
And sometimes, read more

I have a dog of Blenheim birth,
With fine long ears and full of mirth;
And sometimes, running o'er the plain,
He tumbles on his nose:
But quickly jumping up again,
Like lightning on he goes!

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.

I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.

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.

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.