My Life in Dog Years Love Quotes

I make no excuses for unabashedly loving them—all of them, even some that have bitten me. I have always had dogs and will have dogs until I die. (1.1)

She was a good friend, a kind of dogsister or dogmother to me, and while I have written much of her in other places, she belongs in this book, too. (1.4)

It is tempting to call them family dogs or family pets because they were that as well—something the small children could roll around with, something to love and be loved, something to greet in the morning. (5.2)

There was business in it, of course—it was work, and important—but there was affection as well. Rex obviously liked the cows and when Warren told me that Rex slept with them in the winter, curling up next to a cow in the barn to stay warm and cozy, I could see why when Rex looked at them it was with more than business in his eyes. (5.13)

This drive has brought me dozens of dogs and cats, a few ducks, some geese, a half dozen guinea pigs, an ocelot, several horses, two cows, a litter of pigs…one hawk, a blue heron, a large lizard, some dozen or so turtles, a porcupine, and God knows how many wounded birds; chipmunks, squirrels, and one truly evil llama […]. (6.4)

Because we didn't wish to become too attached to the meat supply, we simply called it Pig. (This didn't work, of course, and we wound up with a nearly quarter-ton pet named Pig who lived to be a ripe old age and died with his head in the trough, eating potato peelings.) (7.25)

Quincy greeted everybody with wiggles—he was always wonderfully affectionate—and I scooped him into my lap and fed him scraps while I ate and the conversation (as always) turned to dogs. (8.19)

He sits now as I write this, watching me, waiting, his brown eyes soft but alert, full of love but without nonsense, his black-and-white coat shining in the New Mexico sun streaming through the window. (9.1)

Understand that I've had hundreds of dogs and loved them and, I hope, been loved by them, and I've been in God knows how many different kinds of situations with them, but I had never, ever seen anything like Josh. (9.17)

I think in a way the mare came to love Josh, because she would sometimes come up to him when he wasn't looking and nuzzle the back of his head as if petting him. (9.38)