Soon or late, every dog's master's memory becomes a graveyard; peopled by wistful little furry ghosts that creep back unbidden, at times, to a semblance of their olden lives.

Soon or late, every dog's master's memory becomes a graveyard; peopled by wistful little furry ghosts that creep back unbidden, at times, to a semblance of their olden lives.

No breeder is above catering to intelligent praise of his dog.

I have learned, as has many another better writer, to summon inspiration to my call as soon as I begin my day's stint, and not to hang around waiting for it. Inspiration is merely a pretty phrase for the zest to work. And it can be cultivated by anyone who has the patience to try. Inspiration that will not come at its possessor's summons is like a dog that cannot be trained to obey. The sooner both are gotten rid of, the better.

Dogs, the foremost snobs in creation, are quick to notice the difference between a well-clad and a disreputable stranger.

When a puppy takes fifty catnaps in the course of the day, he cannot always be expected to sleep the night through.

Win without boasting. Lose without excuse.