W. Bruce Cameron Quotes

I remembered the boy crying the day they buried Smokey in the yard, and 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.

Yet did you know that every dog alive today has a little wolf DNA? Not just huskies, who often look like wolves, but pugs, corgis, poodles? Chuhuahuas - they sometimes act like they still are wolves.

Unbidden, the sadness I’d felt from Senora washed through me, and I wanted to squirm up to her and lick her palms and make her happy again. Of all the things I’d ever done, making Senora laugh seemed the most important. It was, I reflected, the only thing that gave my life any purpose.

Fast never saw us go.

turned away. It looked as though I lived in a family of dimwits.

Full of manic energy, I burst past him and skittered around in the house, leaping over furniture. I spotted Smokey and took off in pursuit, chasing him up the stairs and barking when he dove under Mom and Dad’s bed. “Bailey!” Mom called to me sternly. “Bad dog, Bailey,” the boy said crossly. I was astounded at this false accusation. Bad? I’d been accidentally locked in the garage but was more than willing to forgive them. Why were they scowling at me like that, shaking their fingers at me?

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?

Not everything that can be counted counts.
Not everything that counts can be counted.

When she sat on the couch I jumped up to be with her and I put my head in her lap. I could feel some of the tension and sadness leave her. I was giving Mom comfort. This was more important than going for walks, more important than helping feed the cats — it was the most important job I had. I knew I should sit with Mom for as long as she needed me.

I’ve got a voice of a dead man in my head who is trying to take over my body!

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

That's the lesson of the dogs, that it's important to both live in the moment and then go on to the next wonderful thing.

"I will miss you, doodle dog," Ethan said to me.

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