Quotes About Dog

The cocker had a way of looking up at you, head perked a little to one side, one ear drooping properly forward but the other turned coquettishly back, and with an arch, quizzical expression of countenance which had all the effect of a keen appreciation of the humors of life; and was potent to draw out affection in everyone save those unfortunates condemned by an inscrutable fate to indifference toward man's best friend among brute kind. - Richard Burton, Three of a Kind

What's been good for the downtime is I got a dog. A little black lab. I've been training her, so she's kept me occupied.

I had a dog named Basil, and he's the hero of the book 'Animal Firm.' Oddly enough he's a dachshund, which is not really my kind of dog.

Revenge is often like biting a dog because the dog bit you.

I have dogs at home in Ohio, so it's always nice to see them and just be a lump and collect dog hair and dead skin cells.

I like watching old stuff. I like old Al Pacino movies. 'Serpico.' 'Dog Day Afternoon.'

Suddenly a dog bayed in the wood, and the dancers stopped, and going up two by two, knelt down, and kissed the man's hands. As they did so, a little smile touched his proud lips, as a bird's wing touches the water and makes it laugh. But there was disdain in it.

Oh, is that my report, father?' said Mike, with a sort of sickly interest, much as a dog about to be washed might evince in his tub.' - Mike and Psmith

Oh, is that my report, father? said Mike, with a sort of sickly interest, much as a dog about to be washed might evince in his tub.

He was accompanied by something having the outward aspect of a dog. Blandings Castle

A dog without influence or private means, if he is to make his way in the world, must have either good looks or amiability.

I knew a man once who stammered, said Jimmy. He used to chew dog biscuit while he was speaking. It cured him. Besides being nutritious.

Below him, the woolly dog raged like the ocean at the base of a cliff.

No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he'd keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.

I wish my mind was a dog and I could train it to go sit.

I love women, but I feel like you can't trust some of them. Some of them are liars, you know? Like I was in the park and I met this girl, she was cute and she had a dog. And I went up to her, we started talking. She told me her dog's name. Then I said, 'Does he bite?' She said, 'No.' And I said, 'Oh yeah? Then how does he eat?' Liar.

"A dog is not 'almost human' and I know of no greater insult to the canine race than to describe it as such."

I think I was a shy kid. I grew up without television. I had a dog, and we lived up in the White Mountains in the summer, and I had no friends up there. And I would just go play hide-and-seek with my dog and probably had some imaginary friends.

Since the war nothing is so really frightening not the dark not alone in a room or anything on a road or a dog or a moon but two things, yes, indigestion and high places they are frightening.

A hunter, with a second hunter nearby, asked me what I was looking for up there. I said I liked his dog better than I liked him.

I know part of my sorrow is just disguised self-pity, I needed that exchange and I worry how I'll cope without it and whether I can replace it - if only it were as easy as buying a new dog.

And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october, the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air, listening to the dog and the echo of louis' voice dying away

I have one friend, a dog; yes, I would sooner have old Pepper than the rest of Creation together. He, at least understands me-and has sense enough to leave me alone when I am in my dark moods.

In the beginning God created Heaven and Earth. Man, a bit later, created the fable that the dog, when he understands, always wants to please.