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.
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But it is happened unto them according to the true proverb, The
dog is turned to his own vomit read more
But it is happened unto them according to the true proverb, The
dog is turned to his own vomit again; and the sow that was washed
to her wallowing in the mire.
Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about puppies.
Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about puppies.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than
of friends.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than
of friends.
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.
The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs.
The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs.
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.
And Hazael said, But what, is thy servant a dog, that he should
do this great thing? And Elisha read more
And Hazael said, But what, is thy servant a dog, that he should
do this great thing? And Elisha answered, The Lord hath shewed
me that thou shalt be king over Syria.
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.]
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.
