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In the dog-eat-dog economy, the Doberman is boss.

It is not an easy thing to inflate a dog.

When a man's best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.

Asthma doesn't seem to bother me any more unless I'm around cigars or dogs. The thing that would bother me most would be a dog smoking a cigar.

The more I know about men, the more I like dogs.Gloria Allred

My neighbor has two dogs. One of them says to the other, "Woof!"

The other replies, "Moo!"

The dog is perplexed. "Moo? Why did you say 'Moo'?"

The other dog says, "I'm trying to learn a foreign language."

A watchdog is a dog kept to guard your home, usually by sleeping where a burglar would awaken the household by falling over him.

When a doting person gets down on all fours and plays with the dog's rubber mouse, it only confuses the puppy and gives him a sense of insecurity. He gets the impression that the world is unstable and wonders whether he is supposed to walk on his hind legs and smoke cigars.

These last four are all about friendships (or rather the lack thereof) at work and in politics.

I'm not buddy-buddy with the players. If they need a buddy, let them buy a dog.

Whitey Herzog

I would recommend to those persons who are inclined to stagnate, whose blood is beginning to thicken sluggishly in their veins, to try keeping four dogs, two of which are puppies.

My Shelter Days are numbered ten.

Ten more days until my end.

My Shelter Days are numbered eight.

Please adopt me. Change my fate.

My Shelter Days are numbered six.

Adopt a pet week, still no one's pick.

My Shelter Days are numbered four.

Four more days and then no more.

My Shelter Days are numbered two.

Someone will take me, I just don't know who.

My Shelter Days are numbered none.

I know I'm finished, then you come.

My Shelter Days are over, done,

Because you, my master, took me home.

I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be.

Today I sniffed
Many dog butts—I celebrate
By kissing your face.

I sound the alarm!
Paperboy—come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I sound the alarm!
Garbage man—come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I lift my leg and
Whiz on each bush. Hello, Spot—
Sniff this and weep.

I Hate my choke chain—
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!

Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot—no greater bliss—well,
Maybe catching cats.

Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much as I do.

At one time a synod of the Catholic Church was held in which the question of whether or not animals had a soul was discussed very seriously: would good dogs go to paradise and bad ones, who stole slices of lamb, burn in hell eternally. The denial of the soul was voted: it is enough for the honor of the species that the question was posed.

If there is a heaven, it's certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.

For those who love dogs, it would be the worst form of a lie to call any place where dogs were banned "Paradise." Certainly no loving God would separate people from their canine friends for eternity.