Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Galant Son

Son of Galant z Pohranicni straze, Garo Slzy z Mrakov, imported from Slovakia, what a delightful puppy what a devoted dog he became, I shall be lucky to find another with all his qualities. Below are some words written by Gene Hill, which may be some of the best I've found, to describe the fair Prince Bran 
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds, my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times that I am his reason for being, by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile. When I am happy he is joy unbounded. Without him, I am only another man, with him I am all powerfull. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him I know a secret comfort, and a private peace. He has brought me understanding. His head on my knee can heal my humman hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me......... whenever......... wherever.......... in case I need him. And I excpect I will - as I always have. He is my Dog.

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