Today is Robert Burns Day, the day set aside to celebrate Scotland’s first national poet by drinking whiskey, eating haggis, and reciting Burns’ poems while wearing a kilt (for the gents, ladies wear regular evening gowns).
Nevis was whelped on January 20, 2012, close enough to Burns Day to celebrate them together. Nevis is definitely down with the eating haggis part of the festivities, lol!
In honor of these two great Scots, here is a little excerpt from Burns’ poem, The Twa Dogs: A Tale, which describes his own dog, Luath:
The tither was a ploughman’s collie—
A rhyming, ranting, raving billie,
Wha for his friend an’ comrade had him,
And in freak had Luath ca’d him,
After some dog in Highland Sang,
Was made lang syne,—Lord knows how lang.
He was a gash an’ faithfu’ tyke,
As ever lap a sheugh or dyke.
His honest, sonsie, baws’nt face
Aye gat him friends in ilka place;
His breast was white, his touzie back
Weel clad wi’ coat o’ glossy black;
His gawsie tail, wi’ upward curl,
Hung owre his hurdie’s wi’ a swirl.
You can read the rest at Burns Country, dedicated to all things Robert Burns, including an online anthology of the poet’s works with links to the translations of the Scottish dialect that Burns used.
Happy Birthday to Nevis, my own gash and faithful tyke!