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

Win without boasting. Lose without excuse.

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

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.

The dog was cold and in pain. But being only a dog it did not occur to him to trot off home to the comfort of the library fire and leave his master to fend for himself.

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

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