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“No two dogs are alike. And yet, all dogs have something in common that makes them dogs, and makes them different from cats. The same goes for men and women. The trouble starts when cats don't realize that dogs are different. Dogs think differently, and perceive the world differently, than cats do. I'm a dog. You're a cat. And a dog knows better what it's like to be a dog than a cat does.”

“What do you have in mind? Rebuild the city?" Eric asks. "Or should we skip to the repopulating part?" "Shut up," Jost commands. "You aren't funny." "Why? That's the nice part of getting stuck on a completely forsaken piece of dirt." "You better hope that you find someone to help you do it then, because she's taken. I'm sure there's a nice dog around here somewhere. Maybe you should stick to your own species," Jost says.”

“My brother Clive thinks I'm dog crazy," she says. "In this office," I respond, deadpan, "we call it 'dog normal.'" Anya's lip twitches. Is that the beginning of a smile? I sense something shifting between us. The line was a joke, but I was also serious. It's important that my patients know they aren't alone in caring deeply for an animal companion. Our dogs see us at our best and at our worst, and love us with unparalleled devotion through it all. We share our lives with them. They know our deepest, darkest secrets, things that sometimes our closest human confidants don't even know. No one should feel ashamed for caring for another being, for feeling heartbroken when a friend is gone. What is more "normal" than love?”

“You were always so good with the dogs, Mary -- you amazed me. When they were born, you were the first human being they met. Or I should say sensed, being blind and deaf. Your hands were the first to touch every dog that came into the world under our care, and I can't help but believe that made a difference. Both ways -- who would you have turned out to be if you hadn't touched all those newborn pups? Who would those pups have turned out to be if they hadn't met the world in your caress? You were at the tip of a very long lever, and if nurture really does trump nature, then every pup came into the world greeted by the scent of their mother and the touch of Mary Sawtelle. I believe they remembered you all their lives. I never told you that when we were traveling, but I could see it every time we walked up to a house or a yard: they knew me, but they remembered you.”

“It's just the way things are. Take a moment to consider this statement. Really think about it. We send one species to the butcher and give our love and kindness to another apparently for no reason other than because it's the way things are. When our attitudes and behaviors towards animals are so inconsistent, and this inconsistency is so unexamined, we can safely say we have been fed absurdities. It is absurd that we eat pigs and love dogs and don't even know why. Many of us spend long minutes in the aisle of the drugstore mulling over what toothpaste to buy. Yet most of don't spend any time at all thinking about what species of animal we eat and why. Our choices as consumers drive an industry that kills ten billion animals per year in the United States alone. If we choose to support this industry and the best reason we can come up with is because it's the way things are, clearly something is amiss. What could cause an entire society of people to check their thinking caps at the door--and to not even realize they're doing so? Though this question is quite complex, the answer is quite simple: carnism.”

“A lot of the situations that we put ourselves in are similar to a cat in a yard full of dogs. We rarely ask ourselves how we got here, (which doesn’t help with the question of how we get out of here), all of which rarely keeps us from finding ourselves in the next yard asking the same questions.”

“So, I ordered that 2nd diagnosis for another ridiculously high amount of money and unfortunately it turned out that the first diagnosis was correct. It became a brutal fact, written as if it were hammered in stone that the tumor was indeed a malignant liver tumor. And yet, I will never forget how and with a never-felt-before, deep intensity Blissy looked at me when the vet let me alone with the information that I should put her down. To me, Blissy seemed to be able to look right into my heart and right into my soul saying something like: PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE do not give up on me yet.”

“Dr. W. B. Clarke's research into the problems of childhood vaccines, came across the evidence that all vaccines given over a short period of time to an immature immune system deplete the thymus gland, (the primary gland of the immune reactions) of irreplaceable immature immune cells. Each of these cells could have multiplied and developed into an army of valuable cells to combat infection and growth of abnormal cells. When these cells are used up permanent immunity may not appear. Work at the Arthur Research Foundation in Tucson, Arizona estimates that up to 60% of our immune system may be exhausted by multiple mass vaccinations. With naturally acquired immunity, only 10% of immune cells are lost. This constitutes a grave concern for vaccinations ruining the immune system”

“Through my research on this topic, I have found that the vaccinated immature (children, puppies, kittens) end up with increased gamma interferon levels. Gamma interferon levels will do two significant things: one, it will increase the gastrointestinal tract permeability allowing more bacteria and viruses to pass across into the bloodstream and two, there will be a decrease in the number of the cell mediated T-cells that are in charge of attacking parasites.”

“We know now that vaccine administration with adjuvant ruins the host’s viral defense program and at the same time mutate the genes, specifically the P53 oncogene that is responsible for tumor suppression, the adjuvant and the viral proteins together result in the annihilation of the very defense system the host was given to fight off both infection and cancer. Vaccines cause infection and vaccines cause cancer. Read all about it in the p53 tumor suppressor gene by Author David Ollie Published on Nov 4, 2004.”

“Ever wonder why so many children suffer peanut allergies today? What do you think happens when you inject peanut oil into the mammalian immune system and the body responds by turning on the peanut oil as if on terrorists? There is woeful reason why cutting edge doctors were advocating glutathione injections and lecithin supplementation for their patients. Cholesterol and phosphatidyl choline (lecithin) are used to make gobs to stick subunit particles on in the chase for another vaccine; did they make a "better or safer" vaccine? Problem is that these components are part of the body's matrix, specifically part of nerves, and therefore we are at risk of attack by our own immune system thanks to the researchers developing these weapons of mass destruction, weapons that will turn our own immune systems against ourselves.”

“The WHO (World Health Organization) listed the adjuvant in vaccines as carcinogenic; McNeil showed that in cell culture, adjuvant is causing mutations of the genome and cancer. Why it is so hard to see that there is the culpable responsibility of the vaccine in causing cancer in humans as well? All human cancers to date are virus and P53 mutation associated; what a coincidence!”

“Vaccinated animals are not only getting cancer at the injection site, they are getting cancer at every level of the immune system including lymphoma and leukemia. Canine retrovirus associated with lymphomas is identified. Thanks to the work of Dr. Larry Glickman at Perdue and the Haywood Study we see that only vaccinated animals are developing auto antibodies, from Dr. Jean Dodd's work we see the connection to thyroid disease from vaccines, from aggression and seizures and lowered fertility and immunosuppression, we now see the T cell suppression that results after vaccination generating a rise in the cases of fungal, Demodex, coccidia, parasites and other diseases that rely on the cell mediated immunity to fend off the problems like Lyme's disease and other diseases with intracellular pathogens.”

“Lebedev: France has a clear and defined policy... The French know what they want. They just want to wipe out the Krauts, finish, but Germany, my friend, is playing a very different tune. Germany has many more birds in her sights than just France... Shabelsky: Nonsense! ...In my view the German are cowards and the French are cowards... They're just thumbing their noses at each other. Believe me, things will stop there. They won't fight. Borkin: And as I see it, why fight? What's the point of these armaments, congresses, expenditures? You know what I'd do? I'd gather together dogs from all over the country, give them a good dose of rabies and let them loose in enemy country. In a month all my enemies would be running rabid.”

“But I want to extol not the sweetness nor the placidity of the dog, but the wilderness out of which he cannot step entirely, and from which we benefit. For wilderness is our first home too, and in our wild ride into modernity with all its concerns and problems we need also all the good attachments to that origin that we can keep or restore. Dog is one of the messengers of that rich and still magical first world. The dog would remind us of the pleasures of the body with its graceful physicality, and the acuity and rapture of the senses, and the beauty of forest and ocean and rain and our own breath. There is not a dog that romps and runs but we learn from him. The other dog—the one that all its life walks leashed and obedient down the sidewalk—is what a chair is to a tree. It is a possession only, the ornament of a human life. Such dogs can remind us of nothing large or noble or mysterious or lost. They cannot make us sweeter or more kind. Only unleashed dogs can do that. They are a kind of poetry themselves when they are devoted not only to us but to the wet night, to the moon and the rabbit-smell in the grass and their own bodies leaping forward.”

“I have been told by the third grade teacher that my daughter Poppet is reading at middle school level. Yet if I leave Poppet a note in block letters telling her to feed the dogs I will come home to find the dogs have been ... given a swim in the above-ground pool, dressed in tutus, provided with hair weaves. What I will not find is that the dogs have been fed. 'I thought you wanted me to free the dogs,' says Poppet whose school district is not spending quite what D.C.'s is, thanks to voter rejection of the last school bond referendum.”

“Chain! Chain you! What! Run you not, then, just where you please, and when?” “Not always, sir; but what of that?” “Enough for me, to spoil your fat! It ought to be a precious price which could to servile chains entice; for me, I’ll shun them while I’ve wit.” So ran Sir Wolf, and runneth yet.”

“Wherever the family was, these two dogs, both six-year-old shepherd mixes, took up their posts at the central coming-and-going point. Gil called them concierge dogs. And it's true, they were inquisitive and accommodating. But they were not fawning or overly playful. They were watchful and thoughtful. Irene thought they had gravitas. Weighty demeanors. She thought of them as diplomats. She had noticed that when Gil was about to lose his temper one of the dogs always appeared and did something to divert his attention. Sometimes they acted like fools, but it was brilliant acting. Once, when he was furious about a bill for the late fees for a lost video, one of the dogs had walked right up to Gil and lifted his leg over his shoe. Gil was shouting at Florian when the piss splattered down, and she'd felt a sudden jolt of pride in the dog.”

“You know that feeling when you kiss your dog's butthole goodnight but it tastes like your uncle's balls? This means that your dog is family. Feed it to your deformed baby with a side of apple sauce and Chromebook salad.”

“And yet, as it turns out, nothing is harder than loving human beings. In part, this is because we don't know what we want. Or, on those unlikely occasions when we do know what we want, we often don't know how to put our desire into words. Instead, a lot of the time we act like my old friend Gomer, snarling and slathering at the end of our chains, driven to fury not only by our imprisonment but also by the presence of others who appear to us to be undeservedly walking free.”

“Dogs are our true friends, our angels, our teachers, our healers. They love us unconditionally, as God intended. If we look carefully, we can learn from them how to make the world a brighter and better place.”

“A dog only got hurt if its love was repudiated, intentional or not, though it never had long to feel true sorrow in response because it never held its love back, regardless of reciprocation; the dog just tried to love you more. No other distractions such as work, home, friendships, or lovers—just the insistence of undying and unwavering affection in the truest sense of the word—asking for only a fraction of what it gave.”

“Doris loves Superman as well.unfortunately, she got knocked down by a van last year, and it was a big, long recovery for her, really. It took about six months, didn't it, before she was fully back to normal. She never gone back to normal. She's got a bionic leg now, which made her twice as fast and twice as stupid. You know, but she's just such good fun. But anyway,like she had a bit of a low point, you know, when she got really fed up, you know, with those stupid lampshade collars, you know, that they have on their head. Ugh, bumping into everything, she was walking about sighing. Ugh, like that, you know, and if you've ever been known or been with the terriers, but that ball of energy,you know, and she wasn't allowed to be for a walk or anything. It was awful. So to cheer her up, I bought her a little Superman outfit for dogs. When you get home, you look online. They are absolutely brilliant. You can get Wonder Woman and Darth Vader, all sorts. They're the funniest thing I have ever seen in my. The front paws, the front legs go in Super man's legs, you know, and it like covers up the paw with these little, red boot things on the bottom. And it comes up and ties around the neck, and there's tube stuff down from the front. So from the front, it's like a tiny, little Superman with a dog's head. And then, on the back there's this cape. So when she trots around, it looks like she's flying! Ah, it's brilliant! And she loves it. I couldn't get it off for about a week. It's honestly, they're absolutely brilliant, you must check it out. So anyway, tonight this is for Doris.”

“Nigel half-smiled. How Stella's eyes sparkled in the firelight! "I heard you play the violin very well." "I play a few tunes." Stella Chapman's voice tailed off, her red hair fell forward, screening her face. "And you?" Billy said, diverting attention to the sandy-haired questioner. "What do you plan to do with the rest of your life?" Nigel went quiet. "Anything, I guess." He threw out his arms, his palms facing upward. How would they understand? Only he had lived his life.”