A Gentleman





I own a dog who is a gentleman;

By birth most surely, since the creature can

Boast of a pedigree the like of which

Holds not a Howard or a Metternich.



By breeding. Since the walks of life he trod,

He never wagged an unkind talk abroad.

He never snubbed a nameless cur because

Without a friend or credit card he was.



By pride. He looks you squarely in the face

Unshrinking and without a single trace

Of either diffidence or arrogant

Assertion such as upstarts often flaunt.



By tenderness. The littlest girl may tear

With absolute impunity his hair,

And pinch his silken flowing ears the while

He smiles upon her--yes, I've seen him smile.



By loyalty. No truer friend than he

Has come to prove his friendship's worth to me,

He does not fear the master--knows no fear--

But loves the man who is his master here.



By countenance. If there be nobler eyes,

More full of honor and of honesties,

In finer head, on broader shoulders found--

Then have I never met the man or hound.

Here is the motto of my lifeboat's log:

"God grant I may be worthy of my dog!"





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