All dogs die too soon. Many humans don’t die soon enough. A dog is only a dog. And a dog is too gorgeously normal and wholesome to be made ridiculous in death by his owner’s sloppy sentimentality.

When a puppy takes fifty catnaps in the course of the day, he cannot always be expected to sleep the night through.

This is the magic secret of dog training – lose control over yourself and you at once lose control of the dog. Your strongest and most irresistible weapon is iron patience.

No breeder is above catering to intelligent praise of his dog.

The dog was cold and in pain. But being only a dog it did not occur to him to trot off home to the comfort of the library fire and leave his master to fend for himself.

Soon or late, every dog’s master’s memory becomes a graveyard; peopled by wistful little furry ghosts that creep back unbidden, at times, to a semblance of their olden lives.

Dogs, the foremost snobs in creation, are quick to notice the difference between a well-clad and a disreputable stranger.

Chihuahuas and collies?" echoed the Mistress, "What a combination! It's like... judging hummingbirds and eagles!

Win without boasting. Lose without excuse.

If more folks were afraid to keep dogs, there'd be easier pickings for them that make their living by what they can find in folks' houses at night.