I'm a lot less cranky when it's just me and my dog.
If you just lost someone special in your life, get a dog.
Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.
I write so much because my cat sits on my lap. She purrs so I don't want to get up. She's so much more calming than my husband.
I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.
I could not write without my dog, Rhoda, a Lab-chow mix.
I really love the sound of my dog snoring.
Spoiled is when humans put their pet's comfort before their own.
