just an amazing poem I think of Prince Llewellyn's mythical welsh hound Gelert Ihope you enjoy . bring a tear to a glass eye and I think its sums up a working dog.Some of you might of heard it before but for those who haven't hope you enjoy
STOATY
GELERT
William Robert Spencer
The spearmen heard the bugle sound,
And cheerily smiled the morn;
And many a brach, and many a hound
Obeyed Llewellyn's horn.
And still he blew a louder blast,
And gave a lustier cheer,
"Come, Gelert, come, wert never last
Llewellyn's horn to hear.
"O where does faithful Gelert roam
The flower of