A lot of times, my best friend was my dog.
Yeah, dog was this man's best friend, for sure.
No book of mine is complete without a dog.
Dogs, bless them, operate on the premise that human beings are fragile and require incessant applications of affection and reassurance. The random lick of a hand and the furry chin draped over the instep are calculated to let the shaky owner know that a friend is nearby.
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother. They had buried him under our elm tree, they said-yet this wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.
I've been surrounded by dogs my whole life. I got a golden retriever a year after I was born.
No man can be condemned for owning a dog. As long as he has a dog, he has a friend; and the poorer he gets, the better friend he has.
My saddle horses are my friends. My dogs are my friends.
The best thing I ever bought is my dog Stitch. He's the best friend & companion.
I also have two dogs, a Chihuahua and a Yorkshire terrier, so if they like him, that's a good sign.
A dog can have a friend; he has affections and character, he can enjoy equally the field and the fireside; he dreams, he caresses, he propitiates; he offends, and is pardoned; he stands by you in adversity; he is a good fellow.
My dog was with me all the time. I talked to my dog. She was my best buddy. I shared all my secrets with her, but I don't think I every really tried jokes out with the dog.
What really helps motivate me to walk are my dogs, who are my best pals. They keep you honest about walking because when it's time to go, you can't disappoint those little faces.
I am notorious for always having two beagles with me, in any and all circumstances.
