I might need a new gate, but I sure don't need to replace this sweet dog.
I don't need to replace my Jack Russell Terrier either, but I almost could have yesterday. After smooching her extensively, I soon realized she had been rubbing her head on a dead mole in the yard.
I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands;
then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat.
For the Good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,
but never a friend like that.
W. Dayton Wedgefarth