Oracle of the Dog Only the dog knows why the moon Floats down the night; his raucous tune Is urgent with the thing he fears, But falls on unbelieving ears If we had only learned to speak The tongue of dogs instead of Greek, We should be better schooled to fight The spells and portents of the night. Now at the coming of the dark Young fools adrift in street and park Yield to an epidemic swoon, Abuse the dog and praise the moon - Vincent Starrett
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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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