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Shabby and down at heel? What does he care, so long as he can steal / next to my chair? Sombre and dull of wit; feeling morose? He / doesn't mind a bit, snuggles up close. Silence I may require. He's / quite content. Silence is his desire, till my mood's spent. Ready / to run a race, swim, fetch a stone. Yet will, with perfect grace, / leave me alone. Some folks oft misconstrue words we let fall. Alter / the shade and hue, turn sweet to gall. Not so this friend of mine; / he understands. Gives me his secret sign, licks both my hands! / Never misjudges, trusts to the end, pattern of loyalty -- Doggie, the / Friend.