Our Family of Six

A girl and her dog make a glorious pair:

No better friendship is found anywhere,

For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,

And they have their deep secrets for many a day;

And that girl has a comrade who thinks and who feels,

Who walks down the road with a dog at her heels.

She may go where she will and her dog will be there,

May revel in mud and her dog will not care;

Faithful she’ll stay for the slightest command

And bark with delight at the touch of her hand;

Oh, she owns a treasure which nobody steals,

Who walks down the road with a dog at her heels.

No other can lure her away from her side;

She’s proof against riches and station and pride;

Fine dress does not charm her, and flattery’s breath

Is lost on the dog, for she’s faithful to death;

She sees the great soul which the body conceals—

Oh, it’s great to be young with a dog at your heels!

“A Boy and His Dog” was written by poet Edgar Guest in approx. 1908.  I’ve taken the liberty to change the boy to a girl.

Lisa’s dog Butterscotch died last week at the age of 16.  The picture at the top is Lisa, age 6, with her best friend.  Butterscotch was a great dog; we’ll miss her a lot.