Quotes About Dogs

I really love dogs. When I see a dog, I go crazy, it's like, "Oh my God, come here, come here!"

With dogs, you don't need gurus. Dogs are forever in the moment. They are always a tidal wave of feelings, and every feeling is some variant of love.

Everyone knows dogs. Most people love dogs. I think most American families probably have a dog, but I don't think people really realize or understand just how wonderful and special dogs are.

In 10 years, I'd love to live near the sea, in a warmer climate. I could see myself with three dogs…and it'd be great to share them with someone else.

Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

Think about a dog's ability to forgive. This to me is love.

Blakewood had a collection of miniature furniture with Scotty dogs painted on it, arranged on a semicircular shelf int he corner. Yeah. He was queer.

The other dogs all slept so peacefully, none of them haunted by ghost-hounds and demon-dogs. It's just me. I'm the only one stupid enough to be fooled by my dreams.

bark that he could muster. "Come with me," he ordered. "Now." The Leashed Dogs grew still, looking about themselves in shock. Then they crept closer to him, shivering as they

Now those dogs know where we live.

Roo!" Calvin jumps off my lap in a happy dog dance. I know some people who argue that dogs can't understand English. I figure their dogs are just a lot dumber than Calvin, because there is a definite understanding of the words ice cream.

Coyotes are smart and hunt very well in L.A. When dogs are small, you can't leave them out alone - especially at daybreak, night time, and evening.

I have a very sensitive nose. I identify with dogs. I understand the world through my nose.

I would have 55 dogs if I could. I'm hoping one day to open my own shelter.

Animal hoarding was a dirty secret until hoarders appeared on our TV screens and showed how they are compelled to collect so many dogs, cats or parrots that the animals end up in cages only inches bigger than their own bodies. For life.

During the Depression, my dad made radios to sell to make extra money. Nobody had any money to buy the radios, so he would trade them for dogs. He built kennels in the backyard, and he cared for the dogs.

I'm not into animal rights. I'm only into animal welfare and health. I've been with the Morris Animal Foundation since the '70s. We're a health organization. We fund campaign health studies for dogs, cats, lizards and wildlife. I've worked with the L.A. Zoo for about the same length of time. I get my animal fixes!

My wife makes 99% of the rules in our house, but one rule I insisted on, when the kids were small, is that I wasn't going to have "pets" in the house that aren't really pets. Fish, birds, cats, dogs… that's fine. No spiders, ferrets, snakes, gerbils, hamsters; if you would kill the thing if it came into the house on its own, that's not a pet.

People love dogs. This is, I hope, the least surprising sentence you will read in this book. I myself have had long discussions with my dog friends, and by that I mean my friends who are dogs.

I wound up adopting two dogs from Sochi. It wasn't really me who brought them home as much as it was one of my best friends, Robin Macdonald, who was out there with me.

Veterans report that service dogs help break their isolation. People will often avert their eyes when they see a wounded veteran. But when the veteran has a dog, the same people will come up and say, 'Hi' to pet the dog and then strike up a conversation.

I think there's a big price to pay for consciousness, knowing that it's all going to end and we're mortal. I envy dogs. They don't know they're getting old! And they don't know it's towards the end. I mean, they never think, 'I used to get by on 16 hours of sleep a day. Now, if I don't get 19, I'm a wreck.'

The interviews have been a little tough due to the fact that we're interviewing dogs. We see a lot of contestants licking themselves, but we're used to that from covering the Grammys.

During the Depression, my dad made radios to sell to make extra money. Nobody had any money to buy the radios, so he would trade them for dogs. He built kennels in the backyard, and he cared for the dogs.