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He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.

- Unknown


happy father’s day grandpa

love harold & louhizzles 3/ 33


All knowledge, the totality of all questions and all answers is contained in the dog. -Franz Kafka


The dog represents all that is best in man. Etienne Charlet


There is no psychiatry in the world like a puppy licking your face. -Ben Williams


You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself that my father bought me. They are better than human beings, because they know but do not tell. ~Emily Dickinson


In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semi human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog. ~Edward Hoagland


Until one has loved a dog, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. -Anatole France


city visits

17/33


"One of the greatest gifts we receive from dogs is the tenderness they evoke in us." -Dean Koontz


I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is. -Benjamin Button 19/33


"I'm an introvert...I love being by myself, love taking a long walk with my dogs. . .� — Audrey Hepburn


22/33


Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really. -Agnes Turnbull


If your dog doesn’t like someone, maybe you shouldn’t either. -Anonymous (a Harold Moscowitz favorite) 24/33


25/33


My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence. -Edith Sitwell


To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon was to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring -- it was peace. -Milan Kundera


the revenant by billy collins I am the dog you put to sleep,

as you like to call the needle of oblivion, come back to tell you this simple thing: I never liked you – not one bit. When I licked your face, I thought of biting off your nose. When I watched you toweling yourself dry, I wanted to leap and unman you with a snap. I resented the way you moved, your lack of animal grace, the way you would sit in a chair to eat, a napkin on your lap, knife in your hand. I would have run away,


but I was too weak, a trick you taught me while I was learning to sit and heel, and – greatest of insults – shake hands without a hand. I admit the sight of the leash would excite me but only because it meant I was about to smell things you had never touched. You do not want to believe this, but I have no reasons to lie. I hated the car, the rubber toys, disliked your friends and, worse, your relatives. The jingling of my tags drove me mad. You always scratched me in the wrong place. All I ever wanted from you was food and fresh water in my metal bowls. While you slept, I watched you breathe


as the moon rose in the sky. It took all of my strength not to raise my head and howl. Now I am free of the collar, the yellow raincoat, monogrammed sweater, the absurdity of your lawn, and that is all you need to know about this place expect what you already supposed and are glad it did not happen sooner – that everyone here can read and write, the dogs in poetry, the cats and all the others in prose.


The best thing about dogs is that they don’t talk too much. -Thornton Wilder


"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are." -Anonymous


With love, Harold, Louhizzles, and Poolar B.


For Vinny