THOSE DOGGONE DOGS: A Tribute in Prose and Poetry to Our Canine Friends by Jean Marie Stine (ed.), Albert Payson Terhune
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This collection pays tribute in story and verse to our four footed canine friends. Those dog gone dogs. You either love them or you hate them. There is rarely an in between. Unlike cats, they give you their devoted love and attention. Unlike cats, they never give you any space, but always want to be in your space with you. Dogs are honest to a fault. You never need to ask yourself what they're feeling. It is they're written in the lines of their doggy faces. Love, excitement, guilt, embarrassment, satisfaction. They are also loyal. Many a story and poem and song and painting have paid tribute to their steadfast devotion to their human companions. Dogs have dashed into burning buildings, toe warn. Sleeping occupants dived into choppy seeds to rescue drowning Children given their lives, attacking intruders to protect the home. In fact, the only thing a dog loves as much as humans is food. The scent of a delicious meal can command dogs attention from half a block away. Once the dog has learned that the operating oven electric can opener is associated with the decanting of delicious treats, all food as delicious treats to dogs, the very sound will bring him or her to quivering attention at your side almost instantaneously. Dogs are trouble prone. Let's be frank. It can be an endearing quality, but it is also a very aggravating one. A dog who has never once in seven years, eaten flowers will take a notion to sample all in sight on the morning when all the bouquets for the bridesmaids have been stored in your living room. Purchased one pair of very expensive hand made Italian shoes in your life and a pooch who has always disdained footwear as a Mastic. A Tory exercise will munch it in a moment. And, of course, even the best educated of canines should never be alone for a moment with an unguarded garbage can. But, oh, when the world turns bad when everything goes wrong when you are broken hearted, the comfort of throwing your arm around the neck of a dog and knowing you will always have one true abiding friend you can tell your troubles to and whose unqualified love you can always count on. Without them and their daki hearts, the world would be a colder, less interesting and certainly less loving place. So here's to those dog gone dogs