War Dogs
of the
World War
Copyright, 1919
By John I. Anderson
New York
MY DOG
I have no dog, but it must be
Somewhere there’s one belongs to me—
A little chap with wagging tail,
And dark brown eyes that never quail,
But look you through, and through, and through,
With love unspeakable, but true.
Somewhere it must be, I opine,
There is a little dog of mine
With cold black nose that sniffs around
In search of what things may be found
In pocket or some nook hard by,
Where I have hid them from his eye.
Somewhere my doggie pulls and tugs
The fringes of rebellious rugs,
Or with the mischief of the pup
Chews all my shoes and slippers up,
And when he’s done it to the core,
With eyes all eager pleads for more.
Somewhere upon his hinder legs,
My little doggie sits and begs,
And in a wistful minor tone
Pleads for the pleasures of the bone—
I pray it be his owner’s whim
To yield and grant the same to him!
Somewhere a little dog doth wait,
It may be by some garden gate,
With eyes alert, and tail attent—
You know the kind of tail that’s meant—
With stores of yelps of glad delight
To bid me welcome home at night.
—John Kendrick Bangs.
To those who lovedogs, those faithful friendsof mankind, I commendthis booklet.
The Author
Dogs trained at Neuilly-sur-Seine, near Paris, for service in the French Army.
5War Dogs of the
World War
To The Reader:
In the city of Neuilly, just across the River Seine fromParis, lives a remarkable woman, Countess MaryYourkevitch, a Russian by birth, French by adoption.She has for many years devoted her life and spent herincome in the interest of the friendless horse, dog and cat.No provisions being made by the French Government andmunicipal authorities, these homeless dumb animals areleft to shift
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