![]() 'I have a dog of Blenheim birth, With fine long ears, and full of mirth; And sometimes, running o'er the plain, He tumbles on his nose : But, quickly jumping up again, Like lightning on he goes ! Tisqueer to watch his gambols gay; He's very loving " in his way: He even wants to lick your face, But that is somewhat out of place. 'Tis well enough your hand to kiss; But Dash is not content with this ! Howe'er, let all his faults be past, I'll praise him to the very last.' By John Ruskin (1819-1900)
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“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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