Quotes on Dogs
Most popular dogs quotes
It often happens that a man is more humanely related to a cat or dog than to any human being.
No symphony orchestra ever played music like a two-year-old girl laughing with a puppy.
When dogs leap onto your bed, it's because they adore being with you. When cats leap onto your bed, it's because they adore your bed.
You can keep a dog; but it is the cat who keeps people because cats find humans useful domestic animals. A dog will flatter you but you have to flatter a cat. A dog is an employee; the cat is a freelance.
If dogs could talk, it would take a lot of fun out of owning one.
One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why.
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.
To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the popularity of dogs.
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
The dog has got more fun out of Man than Man has got out of the dog, for the clearly demonstrable reason that Man is the more laughable of the two animals.
Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails.
A dog wags its tail with its heart.
A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.
Home computers are being called upon to perform many new functions, including the consumption of homework formerly eaten by the dog.
If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then giving Fido only two of them.
Any time you think you have influence, try ordering around someone else's dog.
Door: What a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.
We give them the love we can spare, the time we can spare. In return dogs have given us their absolute all. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.
To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.
An animal on a leash is not tamed by the owner. The owner is extending himself through the leash to that part of his personality which is pure dog, that part of him which just wants to eat, sleep, bark, hump chairs, wet the floor in joy, and drink out of a toilet bowl.
Dogs need to sniff the ground; it's how they keep abreast of current events. The ground is a giant dog newspaper, containing all kinds of late-breaking news items, which, if they are especially urgent, are often continued in the next yard.
The dog was created specially for children. He is the god of frolic.
Dogs are a habit, I think.
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of Man, without his vices.
Dogs are great teachers. They are at home in the world. They live in the moment, and they force us to stay there with them. They enjoy themselves. Dogs love us unconditionally, not for our bodies or bank accounts.
The dog is a Yes-animal, very popular with people who can't afford to keep a Yes-man.
Dogs have more love than integrity. They've been true to us, yes, but they haven't been true to themselves.
When you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent, devoted companionship of a dog that you get from no other source.
Upon the whole, we know ourselves to be such lamentably imperfect characters, that we long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
Dogs act exactly the way we would act if we had no shame.
A dog gets lonesome just like a human. He wants to associate with other dogs, but when they take him out, the poor dog is on a leash and cannot run around.
All dogs can be guide dogs of a sort, leading us to places we didn't even know we needed or wanted to go.
In some ways, living with a dog is like being followed around twenty-four hours a day by a mute psychoanalyst: you get that blank screen—nonjudgmental, trusted, noncritical—but no interpretation, no words of insight or guidance, no quiet voice of reason helping you to connect the psychic dots.
The dog's agenda is simple, fathomable, overt: I want. I want to go out, come in, eat something, lie here, play with that, kiss you. There are no ulterior motives with a dog, no mind games, no second-guessing, no complicated negotiations or bargains, and no guilt trips or grudges if a request is denied.
I remembered the way my mother, a markedly undemonstrative woman most of the time, used to reach down and pet the dog, scratch his chest until he zoned out with contentment, eyes at half-mast.
He had let out the dogs and they were jumping around him frantic with joy, as if they were afraid, every night, that there would never be another letting out or another morning.
When you feel really lousy, puppy therapy is indicated.
A puppy is but a dog, plus high spirits, and minus common sense.
Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
A real dog, beloved and therefore pampered by his mistress, is a lamentable spectacle. He suffers from a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
Dogs live with man as courtiers round a monarch, steeped in the flattery of his notice and enriched with sinecures. To push their favor in this world of pickings and caresses is, perhaps, the business of their lives.
I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.
Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.
Dogs who chase cars evidently see them as large, unruly ungulates badly in need of discipline and shepherding.
My little old dog: A heart-beat at my feet.
