My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, so sanded: and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dew-lapped like Thessalian bulls, Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each unto each. A cry more tunable Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly: Judge when you hear.
William Shakespeare Midsummer Night’s Dream. Act IV, Scene I
"A righteous man has regard for the life of his animal." - Pr. 12:10 NASV
Speak for those who cannot speak for themselves, defend those who cannot defend themselves, and plead the cause of those in need." Proverbs 31:8-9
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2009 Fosters
Cammy - Shih Tzu Happy in SC!
Judy - HW+ Beagle
Henry & Alice - Doxie & Beagle Just passin' through.
Ginger, now Izzy - Doxie/Beagle Puppy Most spoiled pup EVER!
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