Your Dog and My Dog Quotes
Your Dog and My Dog
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Your Dog and My Dog Quotes
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“WITHOUT A DOG
A man may have his share of gold,
Though hard to get, and hard to hold,
May even have a little fame,
Although they soon forget your name,
May even have a little bliss,
The rapture of a faithless kiss,
And yet, the while the world you jog,
Life isn’t much without a dog.
Life gives him friends a-plenty, friends
As many as the coins he spends,
Yet, when he has a trail to go
Up hill, down dale, through rain or snow,
One, only one, will rise and leave
The good red fire, grieve when yoy grieve
Go where you go, the peak, the bog-
Life isn’t much without a dog.
Unless a man can say, “Come, Jack,” ‘
Come Sport or Scotty, life will lack
The only love man ever knew
That would not vanish like the dew,
To evry man must come a day
When he must walk some hurt away,
And, in that hour of doubt, of fog,
Life isn’t much without a dog.
—DOUGLAS MALLOCH”
― Your Dog and My Dog
A man may have his share of gold,
Though hard to get, and hard to hold,
May even have a little fame,
Although they soon forget your name,
May even have a little bliss,
The rapture of a faithless kiss,
And yet, the while the world you jog,
Life isn’t much without a dog.
Life gives him friends a-plenty, friends
As many as the coins he spends,
Yet, when he has a trail to go
Up hill, down dale, through rain or snow,
One, only one, will rise and leave
The good red fire, grieve when yoy grieve
Go where you go, the peak, the bog-
Life isn’t much without a dog.
Unless a man can say, “Come, Jack,” ‘
Come Sport or Scotty, life will lack
The only love man ever knew
That would not vanish like the dew,
To evry man must come a day
When he must walk some hurt away,
And, in that hour of doubt, of fog,
Life isn’t much without a dog.
—DOUGLAS MALLOCH”
― Your Dog and My Dog
“CLUNY”
I am quite sure he thinks that I am God
Since He is God on whom each one depends
For life, and all things, that His bounty sends-
Not quick to mind, but quicker far than I
To Him whom God I know and. own: his eye,
Deep brown and liquid, watches for my nod:
He is more patient underneath the rod
Than I, when God His wise corrections sends.
He looks love at me, deep as words e’er spake
And from me never crumb or sup will take
But he wags thanks with his most vocal tail;
And when some crashing noise wakes all his fear
He is content and quiet if I’m near,
Secure that my protection will prevail;
So, faithful, mindful, thankful, trustful, he
Tells me what I unto my God should be.
-BISHOP DOANE”
― Your Dog and My Dog
I am quite sure he thinks that I am God
Since He is God on whom each one depends
For life, and all things, that His bounty sends-
Not quick to mind, but quicker far than I
To Him whom God I know and. own: his eye,
Deep brown and liquid, watches for my nod:
He is more patient underneath the rod
Than I, when God His wise corrections sends.
He looks love at me, deep as words e’er spake
And from me never crumb or sup will take
But he wags thanks with his most vocal tail;
And when some crashing noise wakes all his fear
He is content and quiet if I’m near,
Secure that my protection will prevail;
So, faithful, mindful, thankful, trustful, he
Tells me what I unto my God should be.
-BISHOP DOANE”
― Your Dog and My Dog
“DOG-FRIEND
No man is poor
Who owns a dog,
Although his gold
Be just a log
That burns beside
A stream at dark...
There’s music in
A friend-dog’s bark.
Although his home
Be just a tent;
His yard, a wood,
He is content.
Though fame and gold
May melt like dew,
A dog-friend’s love
Is ever true.
His clothes be tatters,
He, unkempt.
From scorn or sneers
He is exempt.
Palatial home, Or just a bog-
No man is poor
Who owns a dog!
—CORA MAY PREBLE”
― Your Dog and My Dog
No man is poor
Who owns a dog,
Although his gold
Be just a log
That burns beside
A stream at dark...
There’s music in
A friend-dog’s bark.
Although his home
Be just a tent;
His yard, a wood,
He is content.
Though fame and gold
May melt like dew,
A dog-friend’s love
Is ever true.
His clothes be tatters,
He, unkempt.
From scorn or sneers
He is exempt.
Palatial home, Or just a bog-
No man is poor
Who owns a dog!
—CORA MAY PREBLE”
― Your Dog and My Dog
