Quotes About Dogs

I'm healthy, have a loving and adorable family, great hunting dogs, a gravity defying musical career and most importantly, fuzzy-headed idiots hate me.

The breadth and depth of what dogs do for our happiness and longevity is pretty remarkable.

The human body has no more need for cows' milk than it does for dogs' milk, horses' milk, or giraffes' milk.

One of the most obvious ways dogs can improve our physical and mental health is via daily walks.

I get to sit at home with the dogs on the sofa, record in a closet in the office, send them off and, if I'm lucky, make a million dollars.

The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my dogs.

I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance.

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.

Why do dachshunds wear their ears inside out?

All Dogs Go To Heaven? Sorry, kids. It's only the dogs who've accepted Christ.

The French have the right respect for dogs--in France we chiens get to go to lunch and dinner anytime, anywhere.

They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.

Mr. Janet Reno? I think Mr. Janet Reno... I think he's one of the best hunting dogs in the world.

I have nothing against dogs. I just hate rugs that go squish-squish.

The rector wondered if the joy that people seemed so expert at containing somehow transferred to their dogs, who had nothing at all to hide.

Dogs, the foremost snobs in creation, are quick to notice the difference between a well-clad and a disreputable stranger.

With grim care the Master and the superintendent watched them. It is at such times of climatic stress that dogs occasionally become sick or half crazed with the heat, unless they are kept quiet and as cool as may be. Hence the superstition that rabies walks rampant during the so-called dog days. Almost never is it true rabies. Nearly always it is some malady or other due to exposure or over-exertion or wrong feeding, on the part of the humans in charge.

Here comes Laddie," she said. "Robert was looking all over for him when he dipped the other dogs. He came and asked me if——" "Trust Lad to know when dipping-day comes around!" laughed the Master. "Unless you or I happen to be on hand, he always gives the men the slip. He—

And, by the time Lady was brought back, cured, the puppy had begun to show the results of his sire's stern teachings. Indeed, Lady's absence was the best thing that could have befallen Wolf. For, otherwise, his training must needs have devolved upon the Mistress and the Master. And no mere humans could have done the job with such grimly gentle thoroughness as did Lad.

It is all a gorgeous gamble, this breeding of pedigreed dogs. Therein lies its lure. When our prophecies come true, it is fun to boast. When they fail—which is oftener—silence is very golden indeed.

All my life I have made an intensive study of dogs. Thirty years ago I knew everything about them that could be known, and much more. After three decades of much closer study of them and their ways, I find to my dismay that I know almost nothing at all about them. I have scarcely scratched the surface. That is not false modesty. It is sickeningly true. The sum total of my canine knowledge and experience and observation is this: Anything can happen; and usually it does.

The dogs were kept in kennel buildings and in wire "runs" like so many pedigreed cattle—looked after by paid attendants, and trained to do nothing but to be the best-looking of their kind, and to win ribbons. Some of them did not know their owners by sight—having been reared wholly by hirelings. The body was everything; the heart, the mind, the namelessly delightful quality of the master-raised dog—these were nothing.

As Lad passed in through the doorway, he halted involuntarily in dismay. Dogs—dogs—DOGS! More than two thousand of them, from Great Dane to toy terrier, benched in row after row throughout the vast floor space of the Garden! Lad had never known there were so many dogs on earth.

Link's father had had an inborn hatred of dogs. He would not allow one on the place. His overt excuse was that they killed sheep and worried cattle, and that he could not afford to risk the well-being of his scanty hoard of stock. Thus, Link had grown to manhood with no dog at his heels, and without knowing the normal human's love for canine chumship.