Posted on 07/29/2011 9:56:20 PM PDT by Immerito
A HOWLING hound has saved his own skin by singing Happy Birthday.
Poor old Patches was on death row at a dog pound and had to prove his identity by singing songs he yodelled along to at family parties.
His elderly master had recently passed away and in the confusion that followed, Patches ended up impounded.
But, against all the odds, a Victorian Dog Rescue foster carer helping hunt for Patches was asked to sing Happy Birthday to a mutt at Mildura pound to prove it was the 15-year-old dog.
"I started singing to him and at first he got a sad, faraway look in his eyes, just like he was thinking about something or missing someone," said carer Kaye Grivec.
"Then he just put his head back and started howling along with me, and I just burst into tears of joy."
(Excerpt) Read more at heraldsun.com.au ...
doggie ping!
The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its’ clouds upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master, as if he were a prince.When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its’ journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger to fight his enemies; and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its’ embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
Attributed to Senator George Graham Vest during the 1870 Burden v. Hornsby court case in Warrensburg, Missouri.
Soooo beautiful! DOGS RULE!
Where do they find these writers? Sigh.
So anyway the writing was funky but the story was good. Thanks for posting.
GOOD BOY.
great poem
But did Vest ever have any pit bulls?
Love it.
If not, I recommend you see it.
"The more I learn about women, the more I love my dog"
Don't flame me, I really saw it!
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