...Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to see for the flash and the brightness- and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping my hands and singing; and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my knees.

Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

A dog is adorable and noble, a dog is a true and loving friend. A dog is also a hedonist.

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.

I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.