Well...in support of this thread, and silliness generally, I looked up O. Wilde. (more famous for his 'bons mots' than his poetry a la dreary) and found scant mention of dogs.
THEOCRITUS (A Villanelle)
by: Oscar Wilde
SINGER of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!
Simætha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!
And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
Dost thou remember Sicily?
That'll do - 'wild dogs'...unless we see a pic. of Oscar snoozing with his favourite cuddly toy.
A propos nuffink, alternatively, re: hair, perhaps this one might do?
REQUIESCAT
by: Oscar Wilde
READ lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
"Sit, Oscar...sit I said" 
