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C J Dennis - Dogs
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I`ve never met a man who hated dogs....
One meets with all sorts as through life he jogs -
The mean ones, and the vain ones, and the rash,
The foolish fellows who splash up the cash.
The brisk "live wires," the dull, the sodden logs -
But I have ne`er met one who hated dogs.


(I think I`m fortunate in this, somehow,
For, if we ever met, there`d be a row).


Mayhap I`m prejudiced; mayhap I`m wise
To judge a fresh acquaintance by his eyes.
But show me one who has a dogs` straight look,
And I can read that fellow like a book.
I know him for a man who`d be a friend,
A mate, a sticker to the very end.


(He who can`t comprehend this last remark
Is not worth one poor mongrel`s joyous bark).


I left a dog up in the bush last week.
He was my one good pal, who`d never seek
To take advantage of my frailties
(And, heaven knows, I have enough of these).
He was my one good pal who trusted me,
And when the day of parting came, why, he -


(Well, maybe we had better draw the line,
I get so sloppy o`er this frined of mine).


But when I saw that look come in his eyes,
Well - you know what it is when your dog tries
To tell you things - Oh, I think it`s all rot
To say a man could hate dogs.  He could not.
Men surely are superior.  Well, then?
Where could you find a dog who hates all men?


(My brothers, think this over, and reflect:
E`en curs hold qualities we may respect).
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