<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419348" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Whiskey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of a little red dog that I knew, <br>Who when young was so bold and so frisky; <br>I think of her now as I pen these few lines, <br>I'm thinking of course of our whiskey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember the first time I met her, <br>On a visit one day to my Mum's; <br>She went for my heels when she saw me, <br>And it looked like we'd never be chums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in time she got used to my presence, <br>And she treated me just like the rest; <br>And I, in my turn, came to love her, <br>Yes our whiskey was one of the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the window-men called every fortnight, <br>She would bark, 'cause it's in a dog's blood; <br>She would growl as she showed all her milky-white teeth, <br>She'd have torn them apart if she could.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad to say she is no longer with us, <br>Whiskey's gone, yes she's ended her days; <br>But the memories of her that we treasure, <br>No passage of time can erase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I wonder if dogs go to heaven? <br>I've a sneaky suspicion they do; <br>And if God has his favourites among them, <br>Let our Whiskey be one of the few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written Dec 1994</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419348" data-title="Our Whiskey de John Carter Brown" data-description="I think of a little red dog that I knew, Who when young was so bold and so frisky; I think of her now as I pen these few lines, I'm thinking of course of our whiskey. I remember the first time I met her, On a visit one day to my Mum's; She w..."></div> </div> </div>

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