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Quotations about Dogs
Home is where the dog is. ~Abby Geni, "Dogs," 2012
A dog is so often the answer — when you're lonely and need company, or when you're tired of company and need lonely. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
...he is so very happy to be alive that he feels he simply must wag his joyful little tail... so that all people may know of his complete contentment... ~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "The True Story of 'Bum,'" 1915
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. ~Samuel Butler
I love a dog, he does nothing for political reasons. ~Will Rogers (1879–1935)
I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive. ~Gilda Radner, "The Marriage," It's Always Something, 1989
I talk to him when I'm lonesome-like,
and I'm sure that he understands
When he looks at me attentively
and gently licks my hands.
Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,
but I never say aught thereat,
For the Good Lord knows I can buy more
clothes, but never a friend like that!
So my good old pal, my irregular dog,
my flea-bitten, stub-tailed friend,
Has become a part of my very heart,
to be cherished till lifetime's end.
And on Judgment-day, if I take the way
that leads where the righteous meet,
If my dog is barred by the heavenly guard—
we'll both of us brave the heat!
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "Bum," 1912–1915
Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails. And a tail is an awkward thing to laugh with, as you can see by the way they bend themselves half double in extreme hilarity trying to get that rear-end exuberance forward into the main scene of action. ~Max Eastman, "Adult Laughter," Enjoyment of Laughter, 1936
I walk with my dogs which keeps me fit. I talk to my dogs which keeps me sane. I can't think of anything that makes one happier than to cuddle and play and start the day with a warm puppy. ~Audrey Hepburn (1929–1993)
Happiness is a warm puppy. ~Charles M. Schulz, Peanuts, 1960 [Lucy van Pelt. Schulz's Latin, 1965: "Felicitas est parvus canis calidus." —tg]
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. ~Bern Williams
I am not your dog, but if every time you saw me, you gave me a backrub, I would run to greet you, too. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job. ~Franklin P. Jones, in The Saturday Evening Post, 1953
A little dog's tail is a wonderful thing,
For it wags all the livelong day:
And whether the dog be a hybrid or king,
The tail is a tail alway;
Its shape and its size never matter at all,
It's the wag that is worth the while,
For its tempo allegro is constant withal,
And that is our doggie's smile.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "The Tail of a Dog," Rainbow Verse: A Book of Helpful Sunny Philosophy, 1919
It is hard to fool a DOG one time and next kin to impossible to fool him the second time. Right there he is a long jump ahead of the average man. ~Josh Billings, revised by H. Montague
An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing. ~Robert Brault
Charley likes to get up early, and he likes me to get up early too. And why shouldn't he? Right after his breakfast he goes back to sleep. Over the years he has developed a number of innocent-appearing ways to get me up. He can shake himself and his collar loud enough to wake the dead. If that doesn't work he gets a sneezing fit. But perhaps his most irritating method is to sit quietly beside the bed and stare into my face with a sweet and forgiving look on his face; I come out of deep sleep with the feeling of being looked at. But I have learned to keep my eyes tight shut. If I even blink he sneezes and stretches, and that night's sleep is over for me. Often the war of wills goes on for quite a time, I squinching my eyes shut and he forgiving me, but he nearly always wins. ~John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America, 1962
Sometimes when life has gone wrong with you,
And the world seems a dreary place,
Has your dog ever silently crept to your feet,
His yearning eyes turned to your face—
Has he made you feel that he understands,
And all that he asks of you
Is to share your lot, be it good or ill,
With a chance to be loyal and true?
Are you branded a failure? He does not know—
A sinner? He does not care—
You're "master" to him—that's all that counts—
A word, and his day is fair.
Your birth and your station are nothing to him;
A palace and a hut are the same—
And his love is yours, in honor and peace,
And it's yours through disaster or shame.
Though others forget you, and pass you by,
He is ever your faithful friend—
Who is ready to give you the best that is his,
Unstintedly to the end.
~Esther B. Darling, "A Faithful Friend," 1914
There are unknown worlds of knowledge in brutes; and whenever you mark a horse, or a dog, with a peculiarly mild, calm, deep-seated eye, be sure he is an Aristotle or a Kant, tranquilly speculating upon the mysteries in man. No philosophers so thoroughly comprehend us as dogs and horses. They see through us at a glance. ~Herman Melville, Redburn: His First Voyage, 1849
The dog was created specially for children. He is a god of frolic. ~Henry Ward Beecher
Amount of time it takes for a dog to "do its business" is directly proportional to outside temperature + suitability of owner's outerwear. ~Betsy Cañas Garmon, betsygarmon.com (2009 tweet, @wildthyme)
A friend may smile and bid you hail,
Yet wish you with the devil;
But when a good dog wags his tail,
You know he's on the level.
~The Sentinel, 1920
Perhaps even in his dog-soul he dimly apprehends that I — who seem to be the arbiter and end of his being, and to whom is entrusted the power of life and of death — am after all only his master, not his maker; am only an animal, and mortal like himself, and so somewhere within him awakens a dim idea of a greater Master, who is also his Maker.
This is, of course, the idle and possibly foolish fancy of a dreamer; but of one thing I am at least certain, which is that if my dog knows, or at all events acknowledges, no higher power than I — I am in a sense God's deputy to him.
If, therefore, I do anything to soil or to destroy my dog's beautiful and sacred confidence in me, I am in act an atheist, a destroyer of trust, and am loosening the golden chain which should bind together, in trust and affection, all fellow-sharers in the wonderful gift of life. ~Coulson Kernahan, "A Dog in the Pulpit," 1909
Ever wonder where you'd end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash? ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's. ~Mark Twain, letter to W.D. Howells, 1899 April 2nd
It has been said that a man stands to his dog in the position of a god; but when we consider that our own conceptions of deity lead us to the general idea of an enormously powerful and omniscient Man, who loves, hates, desires, rewards, and punishes, in human-like fashion, it involves no strain of imagination to conceive that from the dog's point of view his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog; of different shape and manners certainly to the common run of dogs, yet canine in his essential nature. ~Louis Robinson, "Canine Morals and Manners," 1892
The Puppy cannot mew or talk,
He has a funny kind of walk,
His tail is difficult to wag
And that's what makes him walk zigzag.
He is the Kitten of a Dog,
From morn till night he's all agog —
Forever seeking something new
That's good but isn't meant to chew...
One game that cannot ever fail
To please him is to chase his tail —
(To catch one's tail, 'twixt me and you,
Is not an easy thing to do.)
~Oliver Herford, "The Puppy," The Kitten's Garden of Verses, 1911
He clothes himself in a sovereign grace and elegance, he makes himself smaller than a doll to sleep on our knees by the fireside, or even consents, should our fancy demand it, to appear a little ridiculous to please us. You should not find, in nature's immense crucible, a single living being that has shown a like suppleness, a similar abundance of forms, the same prodigious faculty of accommodation to our wishes. This is because, in the world which we know, among the different and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of the several species, there exists not one, excepting that of the dog, that ever gave a thought to the presence of man. ~Maurice Maeterlinck (1862–1949), "On the Death of a Little Dog," translated by Alexander Teixeira de Mattos
The Dog is black or white or brown
And sometimes spotted like a clown.
He loves to make a foolish noise
And Human Company enjoys.
The Human People pat his head
And teach him to pretend he's dead,
And beg, and fetch and carry too;
Things that no well-bred Cat will do.
~Oliver Herford, "The Dog," The Kitten's Garden of Verses, 1911
He — it, or whatever the dripping bit of life might be called, was no larger than my two fists. One ear was split, the legs were wabbly, the coat was patchy and colorless, but the eyes! ah, they were wonderful. When I reached them in my hasty observation I stopped, for they were looking right into mine with such a dumb, helpless appeal that I felt my own grow moist. All the suffering he had known, and it must have been untold, was evident in that single plea. ~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "The True Story of 'Bum,'" 1915
The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. ~Author unknown, 1940s
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear...
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent...
~Rudyard Kipling, "The Power of the Dog," Actions and Reactions, 1909
...a door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of. ~Ogden Nash, "A Dog's Best Friend Is His Illiteracy," The Private Dining Room and Other New Verses, 1953
And he asks, How old is he, and you say Twelve, and
he appraises Spot with the eye of an antiquarian,
And says, Seven twelves are eighty something, why
Spot in human terms you're an octogenarian...
~Ogden Nash, "A Dog's Best Friend Is His Illiteracy," The Private Dining Room and Other New Verses, 1953
But a dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down... ~Robert Benchley (1889–1945), "Your Boy and His Dog"
A dog iz the only thing on this earth that luvs yu more than he luvs himself ~Josh Billings, 1871
They bounded enthusiastically into the car, of course; dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear. ~Dave Barry, "Taking the Zip Out of Zippy," 1988, davebarry.com
"Vanny-Boy! Dear Vanny-Boy!" cried she, and he flew on the wings of love, leaped upon the bed, and cried and moaned and kissed her ear as if she had been long away. Betsy snuggled him down by her side, and he went to sleep with his nose on her knee. ~Sarah Noble Ives, The Key to Betsy's Heart, 1916
We have a queen-size bed and the dog sleeps in the middle. John and I are sort of these little quotation marks on either corner. ~Rachael Ray, quoted in Megan O'neill, "Rachael Ray 'Hasn't Slept Well in Years' – Thanks to Her Dog," People.com, 2011
A cat, after being scolded, goes about its business. A dog slinks off into a corner and pretends to be doing a serious self-reappraisal. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
I have a three-year-old dog, I named him Stay. He was a lot of fun when he was a puppy because when I called him I'd have to say, "Come here, Stay. Come here, Stay." ~Steven Wright, A Steven Wright Special, 1985, stevenwright.com
Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never washed a dog. ~Franklin P. Jones, in Quote Magazine, as quoted by The Reader's Digest, 1983
What is a dog, anyway? Simply an antidote for an inferiority complex. ~W. C. Fields, "Alcohol and Me," 1942
Fox-terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in them as other dogs are... ~Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog), 1889
I detest dogs, those protectors of cowards who have not the courage to bite the assailant themselves. ~August Strindberg (1849–1912), A Madman's Manifesto, 1895, translated by Anthony Swerling, 1968
He's overbred, like one of those expensive little dogs. I like a bit of a mongrel myself, whether it's a man or a dog; they're the best for everyday. ~Bernard Shaw (1856–1950), Misalliance, 1910 [Mrs Tarleton —tg]
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