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The old picture of Sam McGee's cabin brings back fond memories for me. This photo shows the cabin located on Elliot Street between third and fourth avenues in Whitehorse before it was moved to its present site at the MacBride Museum. Contributed by Les McLaughlin.

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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3213 reads)
A puppy dog without a collar


A puppy dog without a collar
    Annexed me on my evening walk;
His coat suggested fleas and squalor,
    His tail had never known a dock.
So humble, trusting, wistful was he,
    I gave his head a cautious pat,
Then I regretted it because he
    Accompanied me to my door-mat.

And there with morning milk I found him,
    Where he had slumbered all the night;
I could not with displeasure hound him,
    So wonderful was his delight.
And so with him I shared my porridge -
    Oh! How voraciously he ate!
And then I had the woeful courage
    To thrust him through the garden gate.

But there all morning long he waited;
    I had to sneak out by the back.
To hurt his feelings how I hated,
    Yet somehow he got my track.
For down the road he sudden saw me
    And though in trees I tried to hide,
How pantingly he sought to paw me,
    And yelped with rapture by my side.

Poor dirty dog! I should have coshed him,
    But after all 'twas not his fault;
And so I took him home and washed him,
    - I'm that soft-hearted kind of dolt.
But then he looked so sadly thinner,
    Though speckless clean and airy bright,
I had to buck him up with dinner
    And kept him for another night.

And now he is a household fixture
    And never wants to leave my side;
A doggy dog, a mongrel mixture,
    I couldn't lose him if I tried.
His tail undocked is one wild wiggle,
    His heaven is my happy nod;
His life is one ecstatic wriggle,
    And I'm his God.

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