The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungreatful or treacherous, is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity, and in poverty, in health, and in illness, he will sleep on the cold ground, where the winter winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be by his masters 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.