Quotes About Dog

The pit bull is not a breed but a conglomeration of traits, and those traits are reshaping what we think of as the American dog, which is to say the American mutt.

Likewise, the Roman Lares, ancestral spirits of the home, were believed to sometimes take on the form of a dog or a man dressed as a dog. The much later St. Christopher, called upon frequently for protection while travelling, would also be depicted as having the head of a dog.

A number of animals were considered particularly sacred to Artemis. Chief amongst these were the deer, the dog and the bear, but they also included the boar, the hare and possibly the lion. Several birds were also considered sacred to her, including the partridge, quail and buzzard.

Woman, did you just give twelve-year-old cheddar to the dog?" "Yep. She has a very refined cheese palate." "Good to know." I cut off a slice for myself, savoring the sharpness and the little salty crystals that pop on my tongue before the cheese melts into savory creaminess.

Does every pickup in Idaho come complete with a dog in the back?

from the Plains Sioux Indians. The Great Spirit the creator, decided to separate the world of animals and the world of men, so He gathered all living things on the Great Plains, and He drew a line down in the dirt. That line began to expand and form into a great deep crevasse, and at the last moment before it became unbreachable Dog leapt over and stood by Man. [from the book The NPR Interviews 1995, edited by Robert Siegel.]

However things took an unexpected turn when, out of the blue, the host of the radio show asked me who I would consider to be the best dog fiction writer ever. I don't think I have ever been asked that question before, nor can I remember thinking about it seriously, however I knew what my answer would be immediately—Albert Payson Terhune. – Stanley Coren, 'The Best Dog Fiction Writer Ever? – Psychology Today online article.

Miller had gone off on some affairs of his own, as he always did when the routine at Bryant's was interrupted, for he was a selfish dog who hated any break in his habits.

You can't manipulate me. I made the choice because you look like some lost puppy dog at the the thought of losing me, and I felt bad for you.

The truth I do not stretch or shove When I state the dog is full of love. I've also proved, by actual test, A wet dog is the lovingest.

That's a big trunk, James said, as we jammed in the leathery old case that looked so much like the black heart of some leviathan. It fits a tuba, three suitcases, a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly. That's just what they used to say in the ads, I said...

The obscure unease that Pluto has always inspired, a dog owned by a mouse, daily confronted with the mutational horror of Goofy.

We figure he must have let him out. The perpetrator, I mean. He's blind and we figure he just wandered off and maybe got run over. The perpetrator. No, the dog.

When you walked the dog, did you see anything unusual on the street?" Ballard asked the old woman. "Anybody out of place?" "No, nothing unusual," Lantana said. "Is there any construction on the street? Workers hanging around?

These spasms of emotion take him constantly. A song can do it; even the sight of an old dog. They pass. They usually pass. This time, though, tears start falling from his eyes almost before he knows it will happen, and for a moment a compartment of his being (the same compartment that counts steps, sips, claps) says to itself, He's crying, how strange. Louis leans forward, puts his face in his hands. He sobs.

but the dog's paw was a wonder: the smell of it never suggested dirt. It's a cathedral!

I'm a car singer, in fact sometimes I pretend to take my dog out for a walk, and I'll just drive him around and start singin'.

I love spending time with my dog, my niece and my family. I'm very family-oriented.

I am fortunate to have a lot of love in my life. I love my family, I love my dog, I love my close friends, and I absolutely love my incredible girlfriend.

The poet Paul Éluard says that to understand my film version of Beauty and the Beast, you must love your dog more than your car.

Now if he could only keep him quiet for fifteen minutes they would be home and Ribsy would be his for keeps.

Golly, Mom, I didn't do anything. I just brought my dog home on the bus like you said.

The waitress, seeing how much I had left, asked me if I wanted a doggie bag. 'No thank you,' I said through a thin smile, 'I don't believe I could find a dog that would eat it.

From this I think we can conclude that the definitive English holorime has yet to be written. However, an old children's riddle does seem to come close. It is the one that poses the question How do you prove in three steps that a sheet of paper is a lazy dog? The answer: (1) a sheet of paper is an ink-lined plane; (2) an inclined plane is a slope up; (3) a slow pup is a lazy dog.