Do no break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patients and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my ear.

Though had you no home, I would rather follow you though ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I would not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer from thirst, Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do you bidding, to walk by your side, and to stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in you arms and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever in your hands.