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Where all his hurts and grievances are buried
with his pride.
Where he decides the good and bad, the wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully is hidden from our sight.
A dog must have a secret place, where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that he trusts in and confides.
And when accused unjustly for himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul, the comfort he must seek.
He'll love, tho'he is unloved, and he'll serve tho'badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away the times when he's abused.
Altho' his heart may break in two, his love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog an understanding Soul!
"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know
evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a
hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden,
where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace." -
Milan Kundera
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