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If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal read more
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 read more
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.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe, we are the focus of their read more
Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe, we are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.
Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails. What puts man in a higher state of evolution is that he read more
Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails. What puts man in a higher state of evolution is that he has got his laugh on the right end.
The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may -make a fool of yourself with him and not only read more
The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may -make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
The cowardly dog barks more violently than it bites.
[Lat., Canis timidus vehementius latrat quam mordet.]
The cowardly dog barks more violently than it bites.
[Lat., Canis timidus vehementius latrat quam mordet.]
The more I see the representatives of the people, the more I love
my dogs.
[Fr., Plus je read more
The more I see the representatives of the people, the more I love
my dogs.
[Fr., Plus je vois des representants du peuple, plus j'aime mes
chiens.]
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
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On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
