OUR FRIEND THE DOG 



we are nothing more than a too 

 large and uneatable prey: the 

 ferocious cat, whose sidelong con- 

 tempt tolerates us only as en- 

 cumbering parasites in our own 

 homes. She, at least, curses us 

 in her mysterious heart; but all 

 the others live beside us as they 

 might live beside a rock or a 

 tree. They do not love us, do 

 not know us, scarcely notice us. 

 They are unaware of our life, 

 our death, our departure, our re- 

 turn, our sadness, our joy, our 

 H 44 M 



