As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
`Very haughty!' he said, `the wild Buccaneer.'
He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world!