I pity the man who has never known the pleasure of owning a pup; who has never watched his funny ways in the business of growing up.
I pity the man who enters his gate alone and unnoticed at night. No dog to welcome him joyously home with the frantic yelps of delight.
I pity the man who never receives in hours of bitterest woe, sympathy shown by a faithful dog in a way only he seems to know.
He is missing from life something fine, for the friendship between a man and his dog is a feeling almost divine. |