Quotes About Dogs

Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.

Havoc!" his mother cried, letting the dogs slip out as she called into the woods.

the fact that maybe men think if they just name everything, everything'll be okay, the fact that it's like dogs marking their territory

dogs can be trained to predict their owners' epileptic fits, but not the other way around

Taking a deep breath, I shake my head and find Judge staring at me. Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans, I say. Once you leave the litter, you sever contact with your mothers.

A NEW CONQUEST always had a wonderful effect on Charlie. He became overnight generous, understanding, inexhaustibly good-humored, relaxed, kind to cats, dogs, and strangers, expansive, and compassionate.

Gratitude is a sickness suffered by dogs.

The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer's shop, forgot their wings and briskness, and baked to death in dusty corners of the window.

Life isn't fair. A fair's a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the ferris wheel.

My dogs are crazy. They're always getting into some kind of trouble... but then again, they're my most loyal friends.

they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

She missed the autumn weekends at somebody's country house, leaf-fall and touch football, kids tumbling down grassy slopes, leaders and followers, all watched by a pair of tall slender dogs poised on their haunches like figures in myth.

Sometimes when I watch my dog, I think about how good life can be, if we only lose ourselves in our stories. Lucy doesn't read self-help books about how to be a dog; she just IS a dog. All she wants to do is chase ducks and sticks and do other things that make both her and me happy. It makes me wonder if that was the intention for man, to chase sticks and ducks, to name animals, to create families, and to keep looking back at God to feed off his pleasure at our pleasure.

Subject: Should We Free Feed Our Dogs? Dear Name, At Crest Hill Boarding we're often asked whether it's okay to free feed our dogs. It's certainly the easiest way to make sure a dog always has food and never goes hungry. But there are some problems with free feeding. Dogs that are free fed often gain excess fat later in life and health problems can occur without our noticing.

P.S. As for how much each dog should be fed, it really depends on how old your dog is and how big. Next time you and your dog are in the shop, introduce us to your dog and we'll tell you everything we know about the breed.

Our dogs relieve chronic pain, lift our spirits, sniff out cancer, detect impending heart attacks, seizures and migraines, lower our blood pressure and cholesterol levels, help us recover from devastating illness, and even improve our children's IQ, as well as lowering their risk for adult allergies and asthma. Just think—the unconditional love, limitless affection and to-die-for loyalty of a well-chosen, well-trained, well-cared-for dog could be just what the doctor ordered!

your dog has a sense of smell around one hundred thousand times better than yours!

It has been proven that dogs can detect lung cancer by smelling a patient's breath, and can even smell early signs of cancer before medical experts can detect them.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

At night, every living thing competes for a chance to be heard. The crickets and frogs call out. Sometimes, there's the soft who-whoo of an owl lost amid the pines. Even the dogs won't rest until they've howled at the moon. But the crickets always win, long after the frogs stop croaking and the owl has found its way home. Long after the dogs have lain down losing the battle against sleep, the crickets keep going as though they know their song is our lullaby.

On the cool October morning when Cayetana Chavez brought her baby to light, it was the start of that season in Sinaloa when the humid torments of summer finally gave way to breezes and falling leaves, and small red birds skittered through the corrals, and the dogs grew new coats.

A FEW PETS had come with us for the summer: three dogs and a cat, a pissed-off Siamese with a skin condition. Dandruff. We dressed up the dogs in costumes from a wicker chest, but could not dress the cat. She scratched.

The two old secretaries conversed in the manner of hostile but toothless male dogs.

Lupe began to recite a list of reasons. "One: love of dogs," she started. "Two: to be stars—in a circus, we might be famous. Three: because the parrot man will come visit us, and our future—" She stopped for a second. "His future, anyway," Lupe said, pointing to her brother. "His future is in the parrot man's hands—I just know it is, circus or no circus.