50 Quotes by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

The dogs were fighting now, and Judd throws his Pabst can at ’em. “You-all shut up!” he yells. “Hush up!” The can hits the biggest dog, and they all.

Last of all, I take the lard bread from my pocket and feed it to Shiloh in little pieces, letting him lick my fingers after every bite. I wrap my arms around him, pat him, run my hands over his ears, even kiss his nose. I tell him about a million times I love him as much as I love my ma. The.

Wally closed his eyes. He couldn’t imaging dragging Eddie anywhere. A tiger, maybe, but not Eddie Malloy.

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Happiness is wanting what you have. Being happy with what you’ve got. Enjoying it, and making it all it could be.