The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.
Dogs
Most Americans, like most Japanese, view their dogs, cats, and other animal companions as family members, and rightly so.
Journalists are like dogs, when ever anything moves they begin to bark.
Women, we might as well be dogs baying the moon as petitioners without the right to vote!
Animal hoarding was a dirty secret until hoarders appeared on our TV screens and showed how they are compelled to collect so many dogs, cats or parrots that the animals end up in cages only inches bigger than their own bodies. For life.
I am as confounded by dogs as I am indebted to them.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
The better I get to know men, the more I find myself loving dogs.
If it’s lawful to have a rifle club to kill pheasants, it should be just as lawful to have one to kill wolves or dogs that are being sicked on little black babies. In fact, it’s constitutional. Article Number Two of the constitution guarantees the right of every citizen to own a rifle or a shot gun.
Dogs are a companion species. It’s about time – you have an animal for about 15, 16 years, a generation. That time holds so much. You might have had five or six relationships with human beings but one dog.