Dogs have important jobs, like barking when the doorbell rings, but cats have no function in a house whatsoever.
If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
Perhaps one central reason for loving dogs is that they take us away from this obsession with ourselves. When our thoughts start to go in circles, and we seem unable to break away, wondering what horrible event the future holds for us, the dog opens a window into the delight of the moment.
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
But with dogs, we do have 'bad dog'. Bad dog exists. 'Bad dog! Bad dog! Stole a biscuit, bad dog!' The dog is saying, 'Who are you to judge me? You human beings who’ve had genocide, war against people of different creeds, colors, religions, and I stole a biscuit?! Is that a crime? People of the world!' 'Well, if you put it that way, I think you’ve got a point. Have another biscuit, sorry.'
All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed. For after all, he was only human. He wasn’t a dog.
Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.
Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.
I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating. Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies because they cannot talk.
Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.
After years of having a dog, you know him. You know the meaning of his snuffs and grunts and barks. Every twitch of the ears is a question or statement, every wag of the tail is an exclamation.
When an eighty-five pound mammal licks your tears away, then tries to sit on your lap, it’s hard to feel sad.