Quotes About Dog

A dog has the soul of a philosopher.

Down the street she can hear the acoustics of early evening in the city, the clatter of pans in distant kitchens, televisions firing up, a car door slamming, a dog barking at some unseen outrage.

The relationship between a dog and a human is always complicated. The two know each other in a way nobody else quite understands, a connection shrouded in personal history, temperament, experience, instinct, and love.

There's a vulnerability about Rose, even a sweetness in her eyes, but there's no mistaking her priorities. Smart, tough, determined, she is essential, but rarely the dog that people melt over or want to take home. Yet she's a great dog.

But the foundation of a good relationship with any dog is a clear line of authority. They're pack animals. You have to help a dog understand exactly where he or she ranks in the pack, and the dog can never be number one.

Don't be ridiculous! Mystic arts be damned, a dog with machine guns is always problematic.

My idea of a perfect pet is a really, really big dog! Huge!

As anyone who goes into dog-rescue knows, it is not a for-profit business, but the rewards are priceless for me.

Poirot?' Amelia held up the dog, a jet black ball of fur with a pointed muzzle. 'My little Belgian Schipperke, Poirot.' On cue, the dog yapped at him. He laughed. 'Does Agatha know that you've named him after her detective?' 'Of course she does, and she thinks it a positive hoot.

But the stream had now carried her down towards the village. The boys on the bridge saw the spectacle of a dog being whirled by the current. They shouted and hallooed. With the cruelty of the young that sometimes gets free rein, they picked stones from the roadbed and flung them at her. As her body was whirled under the bridge, they ran across to the downstream side and continued their senseless pelting.

There was a blur that flashed past her knees and then Priscilla stood, looking down the road, watching the dog go steadily at a lope as if it knew it had a long, long way to go. So she lifted her hand. "Goodbye, Lassie," she said, softly. "Goodbye and – good luck!

Lassie was so well known in the village. It was because, as the women said, "You can set your clock by her".

Then suddenly there was a flash, and thunder pealed. Lassie hesitated and whined in a quick, querulous tone. She was frightened. It is little use to blame a dog for having fear. A dog has so many braveries that its few fears do not cancel them out. And truth to tell, there are few collies that can stand thunder and lightning.

For a dog is not like a cat. Like men, a dog has learnt to fear heights. And yet it was the only way.

It is little use to blame a dog for having fear. A dog has so many braveries that its few fears do not cancel them out.

Never trust a fox. Looks like a dog, behaves like a cat.

Fear-Dog told me . . . we must return to our camp," he growled, his voice throaty with drool. "Now?" whimpered the little brown dog. "Now. Immediately." Terror swiped a trembling paw at her face, though this time he missed. "He says . . . we are to kill any strange dogs. Kill them all. Kill them on sight. Now go!

confidently. "You can see almost the whole of it from here, can't you? The whole world. You can see how it's changed. And a different world"—she took a moment to gaze into each Pack member's eyes—"needs a different kind of dog.

Not being invited in is one of the boxes on the "suspicious behavior" bingo form that every copper carries around in their head along with "stupidly overpowerful dog" and being too quick to supply an alibi. Fill all the boxes and you too could win an all-­expenses-paid visit to your local police station.

We walk quickly to the footbridge across the railway line. There's a dog waste bin here, and in the heat the slope up to the stairs stinks of shit and wee. Indigo lists the dogs whose markers she can smell. Not what their owners call them, unless there are really three dogs called George H-19, George H-15, George H-26. "All gun dogs are designated George," says Indigo. "The H stands for Heath and the numbers are allocated sequentially.

First things first, Mr. Wooster: how did our postman costume suit your friend?' 'Almost too well. People insisted on handling him parcels, and he was bitten by more than one dog.

The dog is a reflection of your energy, of your behavior. You have to ask, 'What am I doing?' That's the right question to ask.

Aggression is not a breed thing. It's a state of mind, and it comes from how the human is with the dog. There are four levels of energy, regardless of the breed: low, medium, high, very high. The idea is to get a dog in your same level or lower than you.

I regularly go hiking with my dog in L.A.