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Our First Litter! 7/03 HOW
THE BULLDOG GOT HIS FACEWhen the good Lord gave out faces
to dogs long, long ago, he foundwhen he had issued them, there was still
one to go.“Where’s this dog’s face?”
He called aloud, “I know I must have made it;there must be someone
hereabouts who clumsily mislaid it.”A shy young angel then stepped
up, “Forgive me, Lord,” He said.He stuttered and he stammered
and he turned a little red—“I never thought it was a face---It
fell out of your bag. So I thought youhad discarded it as just a piece
of rag—“So I promptly went and used it for so very many
things: like polishing upthe halos and waxing up the wings.It’s creased and crumpled as you can see - in truth it’s a disgrace.I don’t know how, my dearest Lord, you can use it for a face.I realize it’s all my fault, and there’s no one else to blame. I trust you canforgive me, Lord, my heart’s so full of shame.”“Of course I have forgiven you, but here we have got a mess, so I’ll makeamends to this poor dog and Him I’ll truly bless.He’ll be called an ‘English Bulldog’ that’s about the only placeWhere the people are so silly as to love an ugly face.But he’ll be kind and gentle, and of courage he’ll be full,As well as love and loyalty - this ugly, lovely Bull.And that
is how, my children, that in that long gone year of grace:The dear old English Bulldog got his lovely, ugly face.
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