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WHAT THE WINDS SAID TO ME

A wind came whispering out of the west and these are the
Words that it said to me: "Of all life's treasures love is the best,
A wind came whispering out of the west, up from a summer sea.

 

                   

A wind came whispering out of the east and these are the
Words that it murmured low, of all life's treasures wealth is the least,
The winds came out of the west and the east And they told the truth, I know.
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             

 

Ch.  Yoshi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     

Dr. Willie
 
 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
                       

 

Xanadu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   

 

whistle, whistle to you too Travis

"Gizmo"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams 
Of the beautiful Japanese Chin; 
If the stars never rise I still feel the bright eyes 
Of my beautiful Japanese Chin; 
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 
Of my beautiful my Japanese Chin; 
In the splendor here by the sea, it’s just you and me
Oh my beautiful my Japanese Chin.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          

          

 

        

 
 
 
 

 

Chins have a world of ready wealth,
Their minds and hearts are blessed
With spontaneous joy breathed by love
 And elegance exhaled through joyfulness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taisho

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   

 

WENDY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   

 

BRIGGS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                       

 

IVY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

               

RICKY - King of the hill?
 
 
 

 

 

ABANDONED?

Full well do I know that I some day shall go
By the route that my brothers have passed;
For the dog-catcher's cart, and his merciless art
Will win in the struggle at last.
Then, away to the pound, no more to be found
In humanity's bustle and clog,
And a plunge in the river will wind up forever
The woes of a collarless dog.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          

 

      

 

          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THANK YOU

 

AVERILL  WATERHOUSE

 

                

 

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