human
Love me, love my dog, is that you are getting pretty near a man when you have made friends with his dog. Now, I hate
gpt
the tantivying creatures, their mouths full of needles, a bark as sharp as a razor, and the whole case of instruments on all sides of you at once; but I insist that I love dogs.
human
Black and tans
gpt
the most of them, came into the world as Noah's caravan went into the ark--in _pairs_. Two hands, two feet, two ears, two eyes; and they are matched spans, every one. The truth is, I never thought much about having any eyes at all until one of them went under a cloud. None of us do. A man never feels his ears, no matter how long they are, while they _work_ well, unless he lays hold of them with his hands. With some men, though, their ears are their