Quotes About Dogs

Dog Training by Lew Burke

I think dogs need our prayers more than people. We know that God looks after people when they die and that Daddy and Mummy and Bill are all right, but we don't know that about dogs.

A woman with a huge angry short-haired tabby in her arms came through from the surgery. The newly named Lucy's fur rose. She made a noise that suggested she had come to the boil. The tabby suddenly let out a yell. Dogs made ambiguous comments in their throats. "Oh Lor'!" said the newcomer. She grinned at Mr. Whipplestone. "Better make ourselves scarce," she said, and to her indignant cat: "Shut up, Bardolph, don't be an ass.

I'm a grandmother with dogs and nice friends here in the Rocky mountains. Ever see the movie A River Runs Through It? That's where I live. It's beautiful, no two ways about it.

I've had dogs all my life. I'm a huge animal lover, especially dogs, so that's one of the hardest things about being away all the time. I really miss them, but my mum does a really good job looking after then when I'm gone.

I've got two chocolate labradors, Murphy and Dexter. They're like my children.

He's got the charm of a rectal probe, and no social skills to speak of, so nobody wants to go for a drink with him. Let's face it, dogs have more to look forward to in later life—at least they can go to the park and roll in shit.

People must really adore dogs to fondle their warm bowel movements every day.

If they'd been dogs, they would have all been in the yard eating grass and trying to yak up whatever was making them feel so lousy. Not a bone gnawed, not a ball chased-all tails went unwagged. Oh, life is a fast cat, a short leash, a flea in that place where you just can't scratch.

These dogs are not fighting. Yes they are. Like the paintings we saw in the Louvre, said Lucien. Gecko-Roman wrestling Father called it. Ah, of course, said Pissarro, as if it had become clear. Yes, Gecko-Roman dog wrestling. Superb! I presume you haven't shown your wrestling dogs to Madame Lessard, then.

It is generally agreed, and in fact stated in the bylaws of the American Kennel Club, that you have not been truly dog-humped until you have been double-dog-humped by a pair of four-hundred-pound hounds from hell

tried to keep smiling. Truc took the beer from her and stood there in the pale rectangle of light. The dogs were quiet beside

She still didn't like the idea. But she wouldn't question me again. She placed the judgment of her humans ahead of her own, as a matter of courtesy and pride, even if she was always right and we were always wrong. Good dogs are like that.

She placed the judgment of her humans ahead of her own, as a matter of courtesy and pride, even if she was always right and we were always wrong. Good dogs are like that.

Do you know that in France they take their dogs right into the restaurants with them? And last I heard, the French were not dropping like flies.

Every cat knows how to keep his owner feeding them: You may scratch and bite ninety-nine times, but the hundredth time, you must leap into a lap and press your nose to their nose. Rules are for dogs.

Being a troll, he loved the earth. A troll's love for the earth is a peculiar thing—it is something like the way you and I love our parents and our dogs and our favorite novels and the stuffed rabbits we have had since we were in our cradles and the very best thing we have ever done with our own two hands, all smashed up together in a rough, enormous ball of feeling the size of a planet.

I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive.

The more I know about men the more I like dogs.

Purrs-day, Feline Friday, Caturday... Dog-Tired Monday

A friend may smile and bid you hail, Yet wish you with the devil; But when a good dog wags his tail, You know he's on the level.

Here the train was halted. The Scotch half-breed slowly retraced his steps to the camp they had left. The men ceased talking. A revolver-shot rang out. The man came back hurriedly. The whips snapped, the bells tinkled merrily, the sleds churned along the trail; but Buck knew, and every dog knew, what had taken place behind the belt of river trees.

through the air, reaching the culprit first; and nothing remained to Buck but to recover the bone. That was fair of Francois, he decided, and the half-breed began his rise in Buck's estimation. The other dog made no advances, nor received any; also, he did not attempt to steal from the newcomers. He was a gloomy

I had this funny family. At one end, they were breeding dogs in south-east London - for greyhound racing - and at the other, my uncle was living in Downing Street. And I would actually go to Downing Street, which didn't strike me as funny. I'd get on the number 15 bus.