I let the dog out, or I let him in, and we talk some. I let him know I like him, and he lets me know he likes me.
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.
Mankind is like dogs, not gods – as long as you don’t get mad they’ll bite you – but stay mad and you’ll never be bitten. Dogs don’t respect humility and sorrow.
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 a man.
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.
I petted the dogs who didn’t argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They’re wiser than their masters.
Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.