The one absolutely unselfish friend that
man can have in this selfish 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
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 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.