With my dog I don't get no respect. He keeps barking at the front door. He don't want to go out. He wants me to leave.
I converse with my dog through ESP
I believe in God the way my dog does
I can't wait to ride my electric scooter, walk my dog, watch TV, be bored … and I'm gonna put [my Oscar] in my hand and kiss it every night before I go to sleep.
Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.
I'm constantly lying to my dog. He only responds to manipulation and blackmail.
Did you know that there are over three hundred words for love in canine?
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.
The more I see of Mankind, the more I prefer my dog.
Tohru: Call a doctor, or a vet, or anybody! Oh, Mr. Postman, it's terrible! You see, they're animals! Postman: Uh, yes, they certainly are. Here's your mail.
Everything I know, I learned from dogs.
My dog learned how to beg by watching me through the bedroom door.
I have many, many voices. I talk to my dogs like in the strangest voices you can imagine.
No babies for me until I'm in my 30s! I'm focused on my career right now. I can't even take care of my dog.
I think fur looks better on an animal than on a human being. So I dress my dog in a mink teddy.
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself.
The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs. - Jeanne
We have a really, really great dog. It doesn't bark. My dog almost smiles, which is weird. He's just a very happy dog.
Two thousand miles, Rachel,” he said tightly, and I guessed that no, it didn’t violate the rules of whatever he was doing out here, because he sure wasn’t out here keeping the coven from attacking me. “I have eaten nothing but slop for two days and used facilities I wouldn’t let my dogs urinate in. And what about that couple in the RV outside Texas? I’ll never get that memory out of my head.” - Trent to Rachel
My very first tattoo was for my dog, Zora, who died in my arms in New York. Right where her heart stopped beating I got a "Z".
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)
I get home at the end of the day and I don't want to talk. All I want to do is lay on the floor and pet my dogs and my cats.
My dog was barking at everyone the other day. Still, what can you expect from a cross-breed.
I had written a lot about my dog dying before. I wrote a newspaper column about it and it turned out to be the most popular column I'd ever written. That and the lame Joni Mitchell column I did. But the dog column, my god! People love dogs. Anybody who writes regularly should know, when in doubt: dogs! If you're a columnist, when in doubt, write a column about the culture of narcissism - like a scolding column about the culture of narcissism - or write something about dogs. That's the homerun in my take.
I love a dog. He does nothing for political reasons.
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