Quotes About Pets

Don't underestimate the value of practicing the guitar or keeping that promise to feed the guinea pig and clean its cage.

"If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because you lap is warm."

"A dog is the only thing on earth that will love you more than you love yourself."

"If you want to write, keep cats."

"Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched."

"The more people I meet, the more I like my dog."

"My relationships with my cats has saved me from a deadly, pervasive ignorance."

Everyone thinks I named my cat Mango because of his orange eyes, but that's not the case. I named him Mango because the sounds of his purrs and his wheezes and his meows are all various shades of yellow-orange.

Addictions, he thought, turning right, toward Seven Dials' name-sake obelisk, started out like magical pets, pocket monsters. They did extraordinary tricks, showed you things you hadn't seen, were fun. But came, through some gradual dire alchemy, to make decisions for you. Eventually, they were making your most crucial life-decisions. And they were, his therapist in Basel had said, less intelligent than goldfish.

Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.'—Groucho Marx.

I have a pet lizard named Puff, five goldfish - named Pinky, Brain, Jowels, Pearl and Sandy, an oscar fish named Chef, two pacus, an albino African frog named Whitey, a bonsai tree, four Venus flytraps, a fruit fly farm and sea monkeys.

I'm looking more like my dogs every day - it must be the shaggy fringe and the ears.

It's amazing that the city we live in allows "pets" that belong in a sideshow, but makes it illegal for me to have a switchblade.

She is unsure about dogs. Big dogs, that is. Small dogs fascinate her for other reasons.

Although a tirelessly productive author, Johnson considered himself disgracefully lazy—believing that only Presto, a dog belonging to his friend Hester Thrale, might truly be thought lazier.

You call to a dog and a dog will break its neck to get to you. Dogs just want to please. Call to a cat and its attitude is, 'What's in it for me?'

When I was a boy, I had a baseball team of my own. We played on a vacant lot between Ninetieth and Ninety-second streets. I had a little menagerie of my own, some pigeons, guinea pigs, and so on. On Saturday mornings, I had to take my music lesson. Then the members of my team used to come see my menagerie.

Somebody asked me what am I doing on Valentine's Day, and all I had to say was that I'll spend it with my dog, who will love me endlessly.

Pettureilla ei pitäisi olla perhettä, sillä lapset muistavat aina - tai saavat tietää.

You're not quite what I had in mind," she said. "What?" "I was thinking of getting a cat.

Our little cat comes for a snuggle, then the big cat mews for a stroke and moves a few paces, then another stroke, then another few paces, until we realise he has mewed us into the kitchen where their food bowls are. So they eat, we eat, and then we get on with our days.

I'm one of those people who has always struggled with emotions and revealing them. When my dog Orson died, I did this very male thing of 'It's just a dog and I'll just move on.' I was very slow to grasp the emotion. But Orson is the reason I started writing about dogs.

I think I was 9, and my mom ordered them for me from a catalogue. They bred like crazy, and I was selling gerbils all around Michigan. They wrote a story about me in the local newspaper.

I have four dogs - Sadi, a Retriever, and Oscar, Ruby and Bella, who are Yorkies.