The dog that trots about finds a bone.

You cannot share your life with a dog, as I had done in Bournemouth, or a cat, and not know perfectly well that animals have personalities and minds and feelings.

A real Christian is a person who can give his pet parrot to the town gossip.

This morning I lay in the bathtub thinking how wonderful it would be if I had a dog like Rin Tin Tin. I’d call him Rin Tin Tin too, and I’d take him to school with me, where he could stay in the janitor’s room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good.

Dogs and philosophers do the greatest good and get the fewest rewards.

I really want a pet, and I really love animals.

I got a dog with a Napoleon complex. I have a Napoleon complex. We’re small. Anything big that we feel is threatening us, we want to fight. We’re not a pushover.

For many people who are so lost in their minds, so much involved in their thought processes, the only moments they have when they are not trapped in that is when they are relating to their animal, their pet.

When the dog looks at you, the dog is not thinking what kind of a person you are. The dog is not judging you.

My house is run, essentially, by an adopted, fully clawed cat with a mean nature.

Writers are lampposts and critics are dogs. Ask lampposts what they think about dogs. Does the dog hurt the lamppost?

I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.

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 affection, they draw the conclusion that they are God.

Pooper scooper? Yeah, I’ve done it a few times. Every once in a while, you have to.

I am called a dog because I fawn on those who give me anything, I yelp at those who refuse, and I set my teeth in rascals.

I’ve got four dogs, and I just don’t do dog doo. I’m a diva when it comes to that.

The smallest feline is a masterpiece.

I love pets, especially dogs.

I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.

To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.

I let the dog out, or I let him in, and we talk some. I let him know I like him, and he lets me know he likes me.

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

I learned from my dog long before I went to Gombe that we weren’t the only beings with personalities. What the chimps did was help me to persuade others.

I collect records. And cats. I don’t have any cats right now. But if I’m taking a walk and I see a cat, I’m happy.

I poured spot remover on my dog. Now he’s gone.

I care not much for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.

I love dogs, but dogs, you have to be in the country with dogs. I cannot walk a dog on the street.

Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.

I’ve seen a look in dogs‘ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you’re feeling bad, you just look at the cats, you’ll feel better because they know that everything is just as it is. There’s nothing to get excited about. They just know. They’re saviours.

Dogs never bite me – just humans.

The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live 10 times longer than if you have 10. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever. It’s truly ridiculous.

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

I spend a lot of time just, you know, with my girlfriend and my dog. And I mean, we don’t have a lot of furniture in our house, so it’s really simple. And we’re trying to build products for everyone in the world, right. And you don’t want to get isolated to do that.