An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. He followed me into the house, down the hall,...
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.
If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them.—Phil Pastoret
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