The good dog, he does not leave the scent, remember!
The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.
However deep you bury an unpleasantness a dog will always root it up again.
One is the sleeping dog – well and good, but the sleeping dog can be roused.
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.
Zoölogists seem to consider the cerebration of cats and dogs about 50-50—but my respect always goes to the cool, sure, impersonal, delicately poised feline who minds his business and never slobbers.
Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.
We call ourselves a dog’s “master” — but who ever dared call himself the “master” of a cat? We own a dog — he is with us as a slave and inferior because we wish him to be. But we entertain a cat — he adorns our hearth as a guest, fellow-lodger, and equal because he wishes to be there.
Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and stumbles to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with coolly polite and somewhat bored amusement.
Tho’ the Mastiff be gentle, yet bite him not by the Lip.
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, the first to welcome, foremost to defend.
