TRIBUTE TO A DOG

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 wing and reputation falls to pieces,
he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.

Senator George Vest, 1870

Pysen was born on the first of April in 1990 in Sollebrunn at a kennel named Footprints he was named Footprints Morning Wind and was called Pysen by me. I got him in  April the same year and was with me all the time till is too early dead in December this year.

December 12:Th 1998                                         peo.cederlund@mailbox.swipnet.se