Robert Burns had a favourite dog called “Luath” (Gaelic for quick or fast). He wrote this great poem contrasting the lives of the gentry with that of their cottars by creating a discussion between dogs owned by the laird and the ploughman. He immortalised his old canine friend by naming him in the poem. Due to the length, I have recorded only the introduction, the poem continues with the dialogue between the dogs. It is well worth a read of the complete text – if you don’t already know it, seek it out.