Quotes from W. Bruce Cameron

I wanted to stay in Outside forever, but after a while, we were all carried back to our pen. I slipped immediately into a nap, pressed up against my mother, dreaming of Outside. I loved Outside nearly as much as I loved Maggie Rose. And she loved me. But all this love did not fix the problem. Deep inside, Maggie Rose was still sad, still wistful. I could tell that she was longing for something she could not have.

I'd been outsmarted by a man who named his goose Doris and thought it was a duck.

And why did she even wind up with that impression? He tried to think of what he might have said to imply such a thing. Could his expression really have been so mournful when Kerri had asked him about the blonde in the photograph that Kerri could only conclude Amanda was dead?

I'd say she pretty much handed you your balls in a paper bag,

No. My fault. I didn't. Have to. Smoke.

My life was going to be different from my mother's. She belonged to one person, to Walt. But I did not. I wasn't Mona's dog, or Patsy's, or Tyler's, or Eddie's. I belonged to all my friends. I was everyone's dog. I was surrounded by people who loved me, just like Grandad was. Suddenly, I understood that I was the luckiest dog in the world.

Then something incredible happened. The boy picked me up and carried me right into the house! I'd never even imagined that might be possible. Did it mean that I wouldn't be living in a wire cage with a concrete floor? That I could stay where the people stayed? I was going to like it here just fine.

Another cat? I followed Maya into the bedroom. There a third cat, a heavy brown-and-black male, sauntered out from under the bed and sniffed at me. I could smell his fish breath. "And that's Emmet," Maya told me. Stella, Tinkerbell, and Emmet. Why on earth would one woman want three cats?

They both had that quality I found irresistible in women - they appeared to lack better options.

He kept barking until the car turned a corner. Some dogs are like that. They start barking and then they just don't stop, even if they have forgotten why they were barking in the first place.

Maya made her own dinner, which smelled pretty good. Stella seemed to think so, too, because she jumped right up on the table and waltzed around, like a bad cat! I couldn't believe her lack of manners. Maya didn't even scold her. I suppose Maya thought cats weren't even worth training. After spending the afternoon with these three, I pretty much agreed with her.

Porque fracasar no es una opción cuando el éxito es solo cuestión de más esfuerzo.

This one is a rocket, Bailey," Ethan told me, showing me a toy shaped like a stick. But what use was a sticklike thing that smelled too bad to chew? I turned my nose away. "We're going to land one on the moon one day, and then people will live there, too. Do you want to be a space dog?

What eggs?" Maggie Rose asked. "Come on, I'll show you." Mr. Swanson took us toward a big wooden box in the middle of the parking lot. It had some bushes and flowers growing inside it. "A goose laid some eggs right in this planter," Mr. Swanson said. "But a couple of days ago, some men were here fixing potholes in the parking lot, and I guess the noise scared her. She flew away and never came back.

She got into bed with the lights on, holding a book. Books are okay to chew on, though they are fairly tasteless and it always makes people unhappy when a dog does so. They are one of those toys that dogs aren't supposed to play with.

My stomach was pretending to be a dog, growling at me from within. If it were a dog I would snarl back—I was doing the best I could!

CJ left, which I did not like at all, but the Vet petted me and I fell into a sleep so deep I lost all track of time. When I awoke, it was morning and I was in a cage, wearing a stupid, stiff collar that surrounded my face and funneled all noises and smells directly into my senses. Again, was all I thought to myself. I had long given up trying to understand why people liked to put their dogs in such ridiculous situations.

How can you not help having sex with someone?

Sorry I spit, I'll try to quit?

I left out the part about being beaten up by a twenty-pound goose.

Olivia put a concerned hand on his shoulder and he shook his head at her. "No, it's okay. Just a little winded.

It's easier to be a dog if one accepts there are many things that are incomprehensible and just concentrate on being happy.

Bryan threw the ball to Dad. Dad threw it back. Bryan swung the stick again. He hit the ball! Now we were really playing. The ball sailed toward the fence. I ran after it. The goslings ran after me. And then something amazing happened. Something I had never seen before. Brewster ran. He heaved himself up and lumbered across the yard. He wanted the ball! It hit the fence and bounced off, right at him, and he scooped it up!

Craig took the phone. Human beings seem to like phones a lot. They stare at them and touch them and talk to them all the time, even with a dog in the room. I do not know why. Phones do not smell at all interesting.