In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear.
Katten zijn slimmer dan honden. Je krijgt acht katten nooit zo gek dat ze een slee door de sneeuw gaan trekken. (Or, in English: Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.)
Yes, it will go through the disciplines that all puppies go through including house training and puppy walking, then at twelve month old it the training becomes a lot more rigorous which has to be done carefully otherwise you are in danger of stressi...
There is an overabundance of rational reasons to say no to factory-farmed meat: It is the No. 1 cause of global warming, it systematically forces tens of billions of animals to suffer in ways that would be illegal if they were dogs, it is a decisive ...
If you live in a place that you perceive to be a crowded place, you appreciate government; you see it as this thing that protects you against crime, that keeps order, that makes sure that nobody puts a massage parlor next to your house, that keeps ot...
Frankie is my baby. He is the sweetest dog in the world. Frankie is like the son I never had. He keeps me healthy; I walk and run him. I always feel that I need to spend more time with him and give him more attention. I find myself unloading my emoti...
Some people say that their pets will tell them when it's time to go. I don't believe that. No animal of mine has ever told me he was ready to die. I wish it were that simple. Dogs can communicate, but they cannot talk, nor do they think in our langua...
Back in high school, I wrote a novel about a character named Bart Simpson. I thought it was a very unusual name for a kid at the time. I had this idea of an angry father yelling 'Bart,' and Bart sounds kind of like bark - like a barking dog.
Benjamin Button: You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.
[talking about Snot, Eddie's dog] Eddie: If you scratch his belly, Clark, he will love you till the day you die. Clark: I really shouldn't, Eddie. My hands are all chapped.
Sonny: [talking to Sal, waiting for his wife to answer the phone] You know I can call anybody, they'd put it on the phone? The Pope, an astronaut, the wisest of the wise... Who do I have to call?
Sal: What'd he say? Sonny: He was talkin' about arrangements . we were talkin' about the TV. Sal: Why couldn't he talk about that here? Sonny: He was showin' me how the airport bus is comin' in, like that, Sal.
[Venkman arrives at 55 Central Park West, a few minutes after Louis was chased out by a terror dog] Dr. Peter Venkman: [to a policeman] What happened? Policeman at Apartment: Some moron brought a cougar to a party and it went berserk.
Paul Edgecomb: What did you just do to me? John Coffey: I helped it. Didn't I help it? I just took it back, is all. Awful tired now, boss. Dog tired.
[Charlotte watches Kelly at a publicity interview explain her working relationship with Keanu Reeves] Kelly: And we both have two dogs, and we both live in L.A., so we have all these different things in common.
Iris Henderson: I've no regrets. I've been everywhere and done everything. I've eaten caviar at Cannes, sausage rolls at the dogs. I've played baccarat at Biarritz and darts with the rural dean. What is there left for me but marriage?
Mike: Can I borrow your odorant? Sulley: Yeah, I got, uh, Smelly Garbage or Old Dumpster. Mike: You got, uh, Low Tide? Sulley: No. Mike: How about Wet Dog? Sulley: Yep. Stink it up.
O-Dog: I'll be larger then that nigga Steven Seagal I'll be a big-ass-movie-star, shit. A-Wax: Yeah that shit was cool, but I would have it done much better - it's all about A-wax.
Dutch: Hey Billy, give me a way out of this hole. Aerial says we are cut off. Billy: The only way outta here is that valley that leads to the east. But I wouldn't risk that on a broke-dick dog. Dutch: Not much choice.
Rosemary Woodhouse: What's in this drink? Minnie Castevet: Snips and snails and puppy dog's tails. Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh? And what if we wanted a girl? Minnie Castevet: Do you? Rosemary Woodhouse: Well, it would be nice if the first one was a boy.
Mr. Pink: I can say I definitely didn't do it because I know what I did or didn't do. But I cannot definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause I don't definitely know.
