Just pause and …

think about dogs, whether you have one, or not, whether you like them or not; think what we learn!

Much of it best described in the words and poetry of others.

Take this, for example:

If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no prejudice against creed, color, religion or politics,
Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.

Unknown Author

Then there’s Bobby, better known as Greyfriars Bobby.


Bobby - Auld Jock's dog


On 15th February 1858, in the city of Edinburgh, a man named John Gray died of tuberculosis.Gray was better known as Auld Jock, and on his death he was buried in old Greyfriars Churchyard.

Bobby, a wee Skye Terrier, belonged to John, who had worked for the Edinburgh City Police as a night watchman, and the two were virtually inseparable for approximately two years.

Bobby led his master’s funeral procession to the grave at Greyfriars Cemetery, and later, when he tried to stay at the graveside, he was sent away by the caretaker.

But the little dog returned and refused to leave, whatever the weatherconditions. Despite the efforts of the keeper of the kirkyard, John’s familyand the local people, Bobby refused to be enticed away from the grave for any length of time, and he touched the hearts of the local residents.

Although dogs were not allowed in the graveyard, the people rallied round and built a shelter for Bobby and there he stayed, guarding Auld Jock.

For fourteen years Bobby lay on the grave, leaving only for food.

Read the rest of this moving tribute here.

Here’s another well-known saying from an unknown author.

“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”

I could go on and on but let me close with this eulogy for the dog, delivered at the Old Courthouse in Warrensburg by Attorney, George C Vest sometime around 1870:

The best friend man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son, or daughter, that he has reared with loving care, may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and good name may become traitors to their faith. The money a man has he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our head.

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only to be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters 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.

If fortune drives his master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when that last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there, by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death.

Senator George Graham Vest, speaking to a jury about Old Drum, shot in 1869

There’s the full history of this sad event here.


Old Drum on the grounds of the Johnson County Courthouse in Warrensburg, Missouri.

We have so much to learn from dogs!


9 thoughts on “Just pause and …

  1. Yes we have so much to learn… so very much!!.. Loved the story of Bobby…. Love, Devotion and Faithfulness… are what our Canine friends come to teach.. And we still are sadly very much lacking in all three


      1. I so agree… But we try to add our Lights to the world while we are still in it… well for now at least.. lol and Yes the clock ticks away in linear time, but we know we are timeless beings…And so we Have ALL the Time we want as we travel within the realms of the conscious thought of our souls purpose here within this Universe for now.. 🙂


  2. Dianne, I have only just read this – amazing, I should have guessed you were also a dog lover. I mind dogs on a part time basis, and I am an absolute avid fan of Ceasar. We did have an old girl a Blue Heeler/Cocker mix whom we had to put to sleep at 16. My one and only tattoo is her name and paw print on my stomach. Tell me have you heard of the Japanese dog Hachikō and his story? (Very similar to Greyfriars Bobby). Please read or look up if you have time. THANK YOU so much for liking “Who Am I – Part 3”. I was having dinner with my daughter last night and said how privileged it is to have an actual Author reading pieces I have written.


    1. Not sure who Dianne is so I’ll let Paul reply! 😉

      Yes, I have written about Hachikō on at least three occasions, if I recall correctly. The last time was just over a year ago, see here, and from that Post you will be able to link back to two previous articles.

      It’s always good to make connections across the ‘net’, so do keep in touch. Best wishes, Paul.


      1. Hi Paul, I don’t know what happened there., I thought I was replying to a blog that Dianne Grey had written.
        As I am a dog lover however thank you for answering and yes this is the reason why we are here to meet others and see their stories. I shall try and figure out what the hell I have done with this post going astray 🙂


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