I Pity the Man

I Pity the Man
by May Fair


I pity the man who never has known
The pleasure of owning a pup;
Who never has watched his funny ways
In the business of growing up.

I pity the man who enters his gate
Alone and un-noticed at night;
No dog to welcome him joyously home
With his frantic yelps of delight.

I pity the man who never receives
In hours of bitterest woe,
Sympathy shown by a faithful dog
In a way only he seems to know.

I pity the man with a hatred of dogs;
He is missing something fine;
For the friendship between a man and his dog
Is a feeling almost divine.

(Poetry from The Favorite Issue, a supplement to The American Dachshund, April, 1953; Vintage dachshund photo: date and dog unknown; probably 1920s)