'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)
“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
Hello, I am Jane!