Buster is my 1-year-old pet dog. He is a HE. He's a Shih Tzu.
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
From the dog's point of view, his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog.
Dogs are miracles with paws.
Man is a dog's idea of what God should be.
The dog is the only animal that has seen his god.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive.
I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren't certain we knew better. They fight for honor at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death. Being such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their worrying.
Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why.
I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that.
♥ MY BUSTER. ♥
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