W. Bruce Cameron Quotes

You be a good dog, Spike!” Senora called over to him. I looked jealously in the new dog’s direction, but his reaction to having his name spoken was to glance over as if it were nothing at all. Toby, I wanted her to say. Good dog, Toby. Instead she said, “There are no bad dogs, Bobby, just bad people. They just need love.” “Sometimes they’re broke inside, senora. And nuthin’ will help ’em.” Senora’s hand absently reached down and scratched behind Coco’s ears. I frantically shoved my nose underneath Senora’s fingers,

Somehow I knew that puppies were meant to leave their mothers.

struggled to get down to play with this new friend, but Ethan held me tight.

Craig took the phone. Human beings seem to like phones a lot. They stare at them and touch them and talk to them all the time, even with a dog in the room. I do not know why. Phones do not smell at all interesting.

a dog’s job was to do what people wanted.

Dog’ is ‘God’ spelled backward; you know that. That’s why you’re here, to help the nuns do God’s work.

Humans know everything, not just how to take car rides or where to find bacon but also when dogs are good or bad and where dogs should sleep and what toys they should play with.

All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather was tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.

Because failure isn’t an option if success is just a matter of more effort.

I wagged my tail so the person would know I wasn’t serious about all the barking; I was just doing my job.

...I hoped he wouldn't cry over my death. My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy.

But humans drive the cars and decide when dogs eat and where dogs live and clearly this was something else in their power - they could find their dogs when they needed them.

failure isn’t an option if success is just a matter of more effort.

Because failure isn't an option if success is just a matter of more effort.

My girl was shivering. “You’re okay. You’re okay,” Dad told her. “Lily’s okay, too.” “I was scared,” Maggie Rose replied weakly. “Lily just sank. I thought she’d dog paddle.” “Not all dogs can swim,” Dad told her. “Lily’s a pit bull mix, and pits are pretty heavy. All that muscle. They can’t float, so some of them can’t doggy paddle. Don’t go in after her again, Maggie Rose, hear me? Call for me. Got it?