If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and man.
Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man's.
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.
You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
Know yourself. Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.
I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.
No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.
I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.
Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.
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