My dog," he said, "just barks and plays -has all he wants to eat. He never works- has no trouble about business. In a little while he dies, and that is all. I work with all my strength. I have no time to play. I have trouble every day. In a little while I will die, and then I go to hell. I wish that I had been a dog.
Robert Green IngersollAbout author
- Author's profession: Lawyer
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 11, 1833
- Died: July 21, 1899