Humans know everything, not just how to take car rides or where to find bacon but also when dogs are good or bad and where dogs should sleep and what toys they should play with.

God is God because he remembers.

To your dog, you are the greatest, the smartest, the nicest human being who was ever born.

Dogs are the magicians of the universe.

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

I am I because my little dog knows me.

Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

I am I because my little dog knows me. That does not prove anything about [me] it only proves something about the dog.

Dogs are better than people.

If you live among dogs they’ll think you’ve the motives of a dog.

Dogs are not our whole lives, but they make our lives whole.

Why, an old, mangy dog, warming himself at the hearth, and struggling to his feet with a little
whimper to welcome his master home — why, that dog has more memories than I! At least he
recognizes his master. His master. But what can I call mine?

a dog’s job was to do what people wanted.

If we stay with animal analogies for a moment, owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are god. (Cats may sometimes share the cold entrails of a kill with you, but this is just what a god might do if he was in a good mood.)