Dithyramb: a wildly enthusiastic speech or piece of writing, a passionate hymn, usually in honor of Dionysus
I sing of Bisou and her feats, the likes of which have never been heard with regard to a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel two days short of six months of age, or of any dog at all.
Behold, she hath not messed in the house since before Christmas, but cometh to me entreatingly, with her tail a-wag and an anxious look in her eye to be let outside even if it be storming.
And she cometh back at my bidding, and eateth gladly of the special offerings which I make to her in gratitude.
She feareth not the big dogs, nor their frightful jaws, but thrusteth her head valiantly into the maw of Wolfie, and liveth to try again.
She quaketh not at going for walks in the snow, and valiantly ignoreth the ice balls that collect upon her loins, and goeth her way despite them.
In agility class, she leapeth over jumps, flingeth herself into tunnels, walketh fearlessly upon elevated planks, her only fault being the over-enjoyment of same.
She runneth like a bullet, and flieth around the house and hath earned for herself the sobriquet \”The Red Baroness.\”
Then she cometh into my arms that she may rest, and spreadeth her silky ears on my lap, and my cup runneth over.
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She hath restoreth your soul!