Quotes About Dog

Jimmy looked at me and said, "I think you should stay in Chicago for a while." And what a town that turned out to be. If you can't make money in Chicago you can't make money anywhere. They leave the bodies right on the sidewalk. If your dog was with you, your dog goes, too. They

But the dog who is rabid is not by bowl attracted. (Mais le chien qui est enragé n'est par gamelle attiré)

Bear in mind then, that Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better.

Mr Henry Gowan and the dog were established frequenters of the cottage, and the day was fixed for the wedding. There was to be a convocation of Barnacles on the occasion, in order that that very high and very large family might shed as much lustre on the marriage as so dim an event was capable of receiving. To have got the whole Barnacle

Philippa knew that Eliza was unusual: Animals worshipped her. She attracted them even though she dressed like a heretic. Even that dog of the Cohens had followed her out of the woods. The girl must give off some smell or vibration that attracted the beasts to her. But that she should then turn around and follow them , taking care of distemper or peering into hooves and mouths and reaching into unthinkable places for difficult births?

Now what looks like smoke is only mare's tails—clouds streaming—and as the season changes, my young dog and I wonder if raindrops might not be shattered lightning.

A biscuit eater is an ornery dog. He won't hunt anything except his own biscuits. And he'll suck eggs and steal chickens and run coons and jump rabbits. To a bird dog man, a biscuit eater is the lowest form of animal life. Strangers in Mississippi often are puzzled by the expression until natives, who usually eat biscuits instead of light bread, explain that a biscuit eater is a no 'count hound that isn't good for anything except to hunt his meat and biscuits.

My emotions were fast becoming those of a dog, as though, now my search was over, a ghost had been vanquished. The ghost was my humanness. I felt free, free as any bird in the sky. Free to live as a dog. I ran for nearly a day and, when I finally dropped, the last remnants of my old self had been purged.

I looked again at the dog and saw in his eyes only a calm trust. Some dogs would have barked their heads off and soon been discovered, some would have become terrified and vicious, but this was one of the totally undemanding kind, the kind which had complete faith in people and accepted all their actions without complaint.

My poor old dog, is the best 'Est friend, He's the first to welcome, and the first to defend.

And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the dog kills the cat. Sounds a bit silly till you come to look into it well. Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life is after all.

In the dictionary, next to the word stress, there is a picture of a midsize mutant stuck inside a dog crate, wondering if her destiny is to be killed or to save the world. Okay, not really. But there should be.

I need wings, said Total, still sniffling. I need my own wings. Then things like that wouldn't happen. Yeah, that was all I needed. A flying talking mutant dog.

Total? I called. He looked up alertly, then ran over to me, small pink tongue hanging out. Total? I said when he was close. Can you talk? He flopped down on the grass, panting slightly. Yeah. So? Jeezum. I mean, mutant weirdos are nothing new to me, you know? But a talking dog?

I couldn't leave Total behind." "Total?" Iggy asked. "That's what his card said," Angel explained. "Totally a mutant dog who will probably turn on us and kill us in our sleep," Fang said.

Awwww, lame, we're not going to disneyworld. (said by the amazing talking dog, Total)

Each person here, except me, was living out his worst nightmare, facing his biggest fear—even the dog. It was under a counter, staring horror-stricken at a bowl of generic dog food. I

Mom, this is my dog. We're lucky nobody else took him. He's been waiting for me.

Total?" I said when he was close. "Can you talk?" He flopped down on the grass, panting slightly. "Yeah. So?" Jeezum. I mean, mutant weirdos are nothing new to me, you know? But a talking dog?

His full name is Ruff Catch-A-Doggy-Bone. I know! What are the odds a human would have such a poochish name!?!

Does not the gratitude of the dog put to shame any man who is ungrateful to his benefactors?

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

She can't help it, ' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

I look like a real bag lady when I go to Starbucks with my dog and get my chai.