A poem by John Ruskin, April 1830
MY DOG DASH.
I HAVE a dog of Blenheim birth, With fine long ears, and full of mirth ; And sometimes, running o’er the plain,
He tumbles on his nose : But, quickly jumping up again,
Like lightning on he goes ! Tis queer to watch his gambols gay ; He’s very loving in his way : He even wants to lick your face, But that is somewhat out of place. ‘Tis well enough your hand to kiss ; But Dash is not content with this ! Howe’er, let all his faults be past, I’ll praise him to the very last.
John Ruskin, April 1830
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It takes a very special dog to be a Dash, but only an extra special one can be a DASH!