I know of nothing to compare with the welcome a dog gives you when you come home.

But housekeeping is fun. It is one job where you enjoy the results right along as you work. You may work all day washing and ironing, but at night you have the delicious feeling of sunny clean sheets and airy pillows to lie on. If you clean, you sit down at nightfall with the house shining and faintly smelling of wax, all yours to enjoy right then and there. And if you cook—that creation you lift from the oven goes right to the table.

Faith is a curious thing. It must be renewed; it has its own spring.

I cannot imagine a cat in an Obedience ring, running around in the hot sun and doing things on command. For it would not make sense. Whereas a dog is tolerant of your not making sense and only wants to fix things so you are happy.

Happiness is a thing of now.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.

Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.