It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played

Dorothy: He is my dog, Toto. Lion: Is he made of tin, or stuffed? Dorothy: Neither. He’s a- a- a- meat dog.

A dog starved at his master’s gate Predicts the ruin of the State.

Before you beat the dog Learn his master’s name.

The King is dead, by millions mourned, That bared their heads, or wept, or sighed; The dog, that waited for him in vain, Has broken its heart, and died. So end two lives, and one so small thing – It never knew its Master was a King.

The better I know men the more I admire dogs.

The dog is the god of frolic.

Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.

Yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters’ table.

Yesterday I was a dog. Today I’m a dog. Tomorrow I’ll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There’s so little hope for advancement.