Where all his hurts and grievances are buried with his pride.
Where he decides the good and bad, the wrong way from the right,
A dog must have a secret place, where every thought abides,
And when accused unjustly for himself, He cannot speak,
He'll love, tho'he is unloved, and he'll serve tho'badly used,
Altho' his heart may break in two, his love will still be whole,