Songs of Dogs, an Anthology

by Robert 1865- Frothingham

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186 pages, Hardcover

Published August 29, 2016

Reviews

[Stephen Wallace · Rating 5 out of 5]

This little book, copyright 1920, definitely deserves to be included as one of the best dog books of all time. Poems have a way at plucking at the right bare strings in the song of a story, and in this book are some of the best. Even the poems that I don't favor as much, have notes in them that are still worth hearing.

A good number of the poems are in memory of dogs gone by. And many offer the discussion of does God allow dogs into heaven. We dog lovers share these thoughts.

You can read this book online. And you can cut and paste out ones you want to save. Nice to think the great gifts that are in this book can be had by all.

I will include one poem in this review, but will post my other favorites as quotes in GR if they are not already there.

LITTLE LOST PUP
He was lost! — Not a shade of doubt of that;
For he never barked at a slinking cat.
But stood in the square where the wind blew raw,
With a drooping ear, and a trembling paw,
And a mournful look in his pleading eye.
And a plaintive sniff at the passer-by
That begged as plain as a tongue could sue, "
Oh, Mister, please may I follow you?"
A lorn, wee waif of a tawny brown
Adrift in the roar of a heedless town.
Oh, the saddest of sights in a world of sin
Is a little lost pup with his tail tucked inl

Well, he won my heart (for I set great store
On my own red Bute, who is here no more)
So I whistled clear, and he trotted up.
And who so glad as that small lost pup?

Now he shares my board, and he owns my bed,
And he fairly shouts when he hears my tread.
Then if things go wrong, as they sometimes do.
And the world is cold, and I'm feeling blue.
He asserts his right to assuage my woes
With a warm, red tongue and a nice, cold nose,
And a silky head on my arm or knee,
And a paw as soft as a paw can be.

When we rove the woods for a league about
He's as full of pranks as a school let out;
For he romps and frisks like a three-months colt.
And he runs me down like a thunder-bolt.
Oh, the blithest of sights in the world so fair
Is a gay little pup with his tail in air!
- Anonymous