What struck me whenever I visited a farm was how much more sophisticated was the life the animals were capable of living than was assumed by those exploiting them. The more we are willing to see about their lives, the more we will see. Humans seem to take perverse pleasure in attributing stupidity to animals when it is almost always entirely a question of human ignorance.

Perhaps one central reason for loving dogs is that they take us away from this obsession with ourselves. When our thoughts start to go in circles, and we seem unable to break away, wondering what horrible event the future holds for us, the dog opens a window into the delight of the moment.

The curiosity of cats is, like their affection, of a purity and intensity rarely seen in humans. We would be jaded when faced with the fiftieth paper bag. Not so our cats.

Animals love and suffer, cry and laugh; their hearts rise up in anticipation and fall in despair...they feel.

Dogs never lie about love.

Dogs love us not only because we feed them, walk them, or groom them, or protect them, but because we are fun. How astonishing!

Questers of the truth, that’s who dogs are; seekers after the invisible scent of another being’s authentic core.