“Tis pity not to have a dog, for at the
long day’s end, The man or boy will 
know the joy, Of welcome from a friend. 
And whether he be rich or poor, Or much
of little bring, The dog will mark his
step and bark, As if he were a King.
Though gossips whisper now and then,
Of faults they plainly see, And some
may sneer, from year to year, My dog 
stays true to me. He’s glad to follow
where I go, And though I win or fail,
His love for me he’ll let me see, By
wahhing his tail. Now if I were to list
the friends Of mine in smiles and tears,
ho through and through are staunch and
and true, And constant down the years,
In spite of all my many faults,
Which critics catalog, Deserving blame,
I’d have to name My ever-faithful dog.
“Tis pity not to have a dog, Whatever be
his breed, for Dogs possess a faithfulness,
Which humans sadly need. And whether 
skys be blue or gray, Good luck or ill
Attend, Man’s toil by day, a dog will stay,
His ever-constant friend…….

—- Egdgar A. Guest —-