I pity the man who has never known the pleasures 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 his frantic yelps of delight.
I pity the man who never recieves, in hours of bitterest woe,
sympathy shown by a faithful dog in a way only he seems to know.
I pity the man with a hatred of dogs, he is missing from life something fine.
For friendship between man and his dog is a feeling almost divine. heart
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