Where he went after he left the house is a puzzle.

The dog was sturdy and could work all day without getting tired.

In sooth, I care but little for the glory of closing in combat with the one yclept Dragon Man.

Like a loud trump of war, breaks forth thy song, / O Milton, where angelic hosts upwheel / To battle; or like deep-voiced organ peal / Filling with awe the mute adoring throng.