Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more
grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand
between the blows, your patience 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 footstep falls upon
my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no
greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than
rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you
are my god and I am your devoted worhiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach
you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.  Feed me clean
food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk
by your side, and 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 your arms as skilled hands grant me
the merciful boon of eternal rest and I will leave you knowing with the
last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.