Canine Philosopher Gifts

"I do what they tell me, I eat what they give me. How do I know they're not a cult?"

Rusty was a very smart dog.

Limits of Canine Philosophical Inquiry.

'I bark, eat, sleep, bark, eat, sleep, bark, eat, sleep! There has to be more than that!'

"The universe must love dogs - otherwise, why would sticks just fall from the sky?"

'For you, the meaning of life is 'eat, play, sleep'.'

Guide to Anthropomorphism.

I bark and bark and bark. . . Therefore I am.

'One of their years equals around two of our months. That's why it takes them so long to learn anything.'

I Wonder if They can Think…

'And after they figure out human rights, they'll start on ours.'

"You throw the ball I chase it...where does it end?"

'A bone is a bone is a bone...'

"I had to decide—am I living for the American Kennel Club, or am I living for me?"

"He's obedient as long as my requests align with his internal moral imperatives."

"Doggie treats are just another way for humans to control us and steal our freedom."

Shepherd, Herder, Hunter, Thinker.

The meaning of life...

In life there are things we cannot understand � the words 'get down,' invisible fences, cats...

When dogs appear to be deep in thought.

"I throw this ball, you go get it and bring it back — everything else will fall into place."

'I looked down at my body and thought, if I could do it all over, I wouldn't spend as much time playing dead.'

'Remember, son, don't forget to stop and smell the roses, and the weeds, the tree trunks, trash cans, fire hydrants, car tires, fence posts...'

Dog listening to ''Paws For Thought'' on the radio.

BOWZ, poetry reading...'Neither good doggie, nor bad dog be...'

"Bark or stare? Always a tough decision. Bark? Maybe stare? Whimper? Maybe? Meanwhile, stare."

"May you love like you've never been hurt, dance like no one is watching, and chase squirrels at the speed of light."

'If you were your dog, would you pick you for a best friend?'

"I disagree. I think we're ninety percent breeding and ten percent grooming."

I wonder if he can think.

"Ambitions... To get birthday treats every dog year, not every seven."

'Eat, drink, sleep... chase bitches... there's gotta be something else!'

Scooter thinks outside the box of treats

"The question should be, do PEOPLE go to heaven?"

"This ham bone did not have much meat on it by the time I met it, but it tasted of meat, and for that I am eternally grateful."