Thursday, September 6, 2007

Of Dogs and Men, Part 2

Andrew and I have been talkin a lot lately about the anti-dog movement, a movement that pervades those who run parks, those who own property they rent, those who feel there are too many dogs and therefore we should all be spayed or neutered and, essentially, those who are ignorant.

We tried to think how to change the hating and perhaps we have found some writing that may lend some perspective to those who feel we are lesser than Man. Take a read and pass it on to those who make these value judgments and seek to impose them on us, who have no vote in the process.

Eulogy of Old Drum
George Graham Vest

“Gentlemen of the Jury, the best friend a man has in the 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 the 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 cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.”
“Gentleman of the Jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where 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 the sores that come in encounters 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 fall 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 against 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 his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.”

Satchel & Andrew


Anonymous said...

Satch -

Bless you!

Jimo & Vigo

Gizmosav said...

Hey Satch,

I couldn't have said it better myself!!!
Thank you

Anonymous said...

This kind of perspetive is exactly what is needed -- good job.