A reader, whose name is beyond recall because my husband put his letter in a safe place, is unhappy at the general ignorance of the origin of the word dog, and wonders if I can throw any light.
My lamp is burning, with spare oil at hand, but the footsteps of the dog are as invisible as ever.
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