Though some would
malign him and say
He is sly, and meaner than sin,
And call him false,-cunning, a thief,
Chock full of deceit to the skin-
Small wonder if
part of its true!
Of man would it read out of place?
Dogs virtues are all of their own,
Their vices are those of our race!
'Tis granted
that often on trail,
Behaviours would make a saint swear,
And earned is all language they get,
(E'en parsons admit that is fair!)
Still-
unless more lucky than most,
In land of " Queer eggs" and of "hog,"
Most trustworthy chum you will make,
Is much abused Malamute Dog!
George F.Wake