Thursday, March 28, AD 2024 5:04pm

Sunday is National Dog Day

 

 

 

DINAH IN HEAVEN

by Rudyard Kipling

She did not know that she was dead
But, when the pang was o’er,
Sat down to wait her Master’s tread
Upon the Golden Floor,

With ears full-cock and anxious eyes,
Impatiently resigned;
But ignorant that Paradise
Did not admit her kind.

There was one step along the Stair
That led to Heaven’s Gate;
And, till she heard it, her affair
Was — she explained — to wait.

And she explained with flattened ear,
Bared lip and milky tooth–
Storming against Ithuriel’s Spear
That only proved her truth!

Sudden — far down the Bridge of Ghosts
That anxious spirits clomb–
She caught that step in all the hosts,
And knew that he had come.

She left them wondering what to do,
But not a doubt had she.
Swifter than her own squeal she flew
Across the Glassy Sea;

Flushing the Cherubs everywhere,
And skidding as she ran,
She refuged under Peter’s Chair
And waited for her man.

* * * * * *

There spoke a Spirit out of the press,
‘Said: — “Have you any here
That saved a fool from drunkenness,
And a coward from his fear?

“That turned a soul from dark to day
When other help was vain;
That snatched it from wan hope and made
A cur a man again?”

“Enter and look,” said Peter then,
And set the Gate ajar.
“If I know aught of women and men
I trow she is not far.”

“Neither by virtue, speech nor art
Nor hope of grace to win;
But godless innocence of heart
That never heard of sin:

“Neither by beauty nor belief
Nor white example shown.
Something a wanton — more a thief —
But — most of all — mine own.”

“Enter and look,” said Peter then,
“And send you well to speed;
But, for all that I know of women and men
Your riddle is hard to read.”

Then flew Dinah from under the Chair,
Into his arms she flew —
And licked his face from chin to hair
And Peter passed them through!

 

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David
David
Wednesday, August 22, AD 2018 8:04pm

“Lord help me become the person my dog thinks I am.”

Michael Paterson-Seymour
Michael Paterson-Seymour
Thursday, August 23, AD 2018 1:00am

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who
possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
and all the Virtues of Man,
without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning
Flattery if inscribed over human
ashes is but a just tribute to the Memory
of BOATSWAIN, a Dog.

Lord Byron’s epitaph for a dog

Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus
Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus
Thursday, August 23, AD 2018 8:16am

It doesn’t seem fair that dogs are not permitted in heaven, but we humans are given the opportunity.

What was that Twilight Zone Episode? The Hunt?

Art Deco
Art Deco
Thursday, August 23, AD 2018 11:51am

I’m guessing Mrs. McClarey put this in your stocking one Christmas:

https://www.amazon.com/Dog-My-Co-Pilot-Writers-Friendship/dp/1400050537

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