He stood-anxious nose pressed against the frosted glass of the closed door.
His master was inside there somewhere and though the biting wind pierced his shaggy coat he would not seek shelter.
Master might emerge at any minute and to miss him would be tragedy too grim to conceive.
A hopeful wagging of downcast tail greeted each swing of the door.
Time sped by and anxiety overcoming caution, he paced a few troubled steps to a window which might afford a better view.
Evidently no hope there.
Returning to the door he took up his solitary watch once more, seemingly oblivious to the icy gale.
When anxiety had become almost too hard to bear, a shabby form pushed the swinging door.
Joy of joys, it was his master! Tail erect, he followed gaily down the snowy street, caressing with adoring tongue the mittened hand extended for his satisfaction.
Happy, proud, undemanding friend.
Would that human kind could equal you!
-Margaret Nickerson Martin
His master was inside there somewhere and though the biting wind pierced his shaggy coat he would not seek shelter.
Master might emerge at any minute and to miss him would be tragedy too grim to conceive.
A hopeful wagging of downcast tail greeted each swing of the door.
Time sped by and anxiety overcoming caution, he paced a few troubled steps to a window which might afford a better view.
Evidently no hope there.
Returning to the door he took up his solitary watch once more, seemingly oblivious to the icy gale.
When anxiety had become almost too hard to bear, a shabby form pushed the swinging door.
Joy of joys, it was his master! Tail erect, he followed gaily down the snowy street, caressing with adoring tongue the mittened hand extended for his satisfaction.
Happy, proud, undemanding friend.
Would that human kind could equal you!
-Margaret Nickerson Martin
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