Remembering Nogo Nell--A Bonny Lass

Pete Powers called from Texas and told us Nogo Nell had passed away.  She was 12 years old.  She had spit and vinegar!  No stop to her.  What a Feist.  What a squirrel dog.  Nell's sire was Langford's Rowdy.  I am proud she came from Galla Creek.  Rest in peace, 'Ol Nell.
Nothing more fitting to remember Nell than the poem about Nell written in the 1700's by Robert Burns!  Read and remember Nogo Nell--a handsome Feist, a bonny lass, indeed.

Handsome Nell

O Once I lov'd a bonnie lass, 

An' aye I love her still,

An' whilst that virtue warms my breast, 

I'll love my handsome Nell. 

As bonnie lasses I hae seen, 

And mony full as braw; 

But for a modest gracefu' mein, 

The like I never saw. 

A bonny lass I will confess, 

Is pleasant to the e'e, 

But without some better qualities

She's no a lass for me. 

But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet, 

And what is best of a', 

Her reputation is compleat, 

And fair without a flaw; 

She dresses ay sae clean and neat, 

Both decent and genteel; 

And then there's something in her gait 

Gars ony dress look weel. 

A gaudy dress and gentle air

May slightly touch the heart, 

But it's innocence and modesty 

That polishes the dart.

'Tis this in Nelly pleases me, 

'Tis this enchants my soul; 

For absolutely in my breast 

She reigns without controul.