John Steinbeck Quotes

I have no dog, but it must be Somewhere there's one belongs to me-- A little chap with wagging tail, And dark brown eyes that never quail, But look you through, and through, and through, With love unspeakable and true.

She had no particular breed in mind, no unusual requirements. Except the special sense of mutual recognition that tells dog and human they have both come to the right place.

I've always been an animal lover. I've grown up with dogs my whole life.

We've begun to long for the pitter-patter of little feet - so we bought a dog. Well, it's cheaper, and you get more feet.

I'm a dog person; I've had dogs all my life.

So Jemma and I have always loved dogs and a few years ago we took the plunge and decided to finally own our very own pug, Ellie! From there, we fell in love with the breed and are pug mad!

After writing two books featuring amazing dogs, I decided to be owned by one.

Keep Hope alive, particularly if Hope is the name of a very cute puppy and not some ill-defined abstraction that is in fact code for big government.

I am not looking for a friend; if I want a friend I'd buy a dog.

I miss dogs, man. I always had a family pet, always had a dog growing up. It was almost equivalent to the prison sentence, having something taken away from me for three years. I want a dog just for the sake of my kids, but also me. I miss my companions.

Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie.

All roads lead to my dogs, don't they?

I am a big proponent of adopting dogs through shelters and rescue operations. Having dogs in the office might not be right for everyone, but it has certainly worked well for me. My advice to other offices, on the Hill and off, would be to try it out.

My fashion philosophy is, if you're not covered in dog hair, your life is empty.

None of the kids in the neighborhood had dogs. My dad walked in that Labrador, and we started running together and rolling around together like we found each other after years apart. And then, suddenly, some of the other people in the neighborhood started getting dogs, too.

I have a yellow labrador, Tuffy, and a little rescue dog, Bella, who is the boss.

I'm a dog lover - I've had them since I was younger.

I'm just a dog person. I love my dogs.

I love dogs more than most people I've met.

I like dogs because they are not humans.

Babies smell amazing, but I'm not one of these women who smell a baby and go, 'I want one.' I see a dog over the field and go, 'I want one.'

I have the perfect family, but I would not mind having more dogs around me.

A house is not a home until it has a dog.

I had written a lot about my dog dying before. I wrote a newspaper column about it and it turned out to be the most popular column I'd ever written. That and the lame Joni Mitchell column I did. But the dog column, my god! People love dogs. Anybody who writes regularly should know, when in doubt: dogs! If you're a columnist, when in doubt, write a column about the culture of narcissism - like a scolding column about the culture of narcissism - or write something about dogs. That's the homerun in my take.

From behind a wooden crate we saw a long black-muzzled nose poking round at us. We took him out-soft, wobbly, tearful; set him down on his four, as yet not quite simultaneous legs, and regarded him. He wandered a little round our legs, neither wagging his tail nor licking at our hands; then he looked up, and my companion said: "He's an angel!"