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.

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,

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

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

Do not disturb the sleeping dog.
[It., Non stuzzicare il can che dorme.]

Do not disturb the sleeping dog.
[It., Non stuzzicare il can che dorme.]

Some days you're the dog; some days you're the hydrant.

Some days you're the dog; some days you're the hydrant.

I have caught more ills from people sneezing over me and giving me virus infections than from kissing dogs.

I have caught more ills from people sneezing over me and giving me virus infections than from kissing dogs.

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.