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.

We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve them.

We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve them.

Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness,
even while receiving it.
[Lat., Qui read more

Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness,
even while receiving it.
[Lat., Qui gratus futurus est statim dum accipit de reddendo
cogitet.]

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.

It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a
fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no read more

It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a
fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no better way.
[Lat., Conveniens homini est hominem servare voluptas.
Et melius nulla quaeritur arte favor.]

Old dog Tray's ever faithful;
Grief can not drive him away;
He is gentle, he is kind--
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Old dog Tray's ever faithful;
Grief can not drive him away;
He is gentle, he is kind--
I shall never, never find
A better friend than old dog Tray!

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

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

Develop an attitude of gratitude, and give thanks for everything that happens to you, knowing that every step forward is read more

Develop an attitude of gratitude, and give thanks for everything that happens to you, knowing that every step forward is a step toward achieving something bigger and better than your current situation.

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.