Dogged devotion
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F a i t h f u l
Rambo and Andrew
Knoxville, Tennessee
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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 --
My dear old dog most constant of all friends;
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 correction sends.
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He looks love at me, deep as words e'er spake;
And from me never crumb nor sup will take
But he wags with thanks his most vocal tail;
And when some crashing noise wakes all his fear,
He is content and quiet, if I am near,
Secure that my protection will prevail.
So, faithful, mindful, thankful, trustful, he
Tells me what I unto my God should be.
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~George Washington Doane (1799-1859)~
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Reader Comments (1)
I can't even explain to you how much I miss this dog...