Terriers Quotes

“Every dog deserves a place to live.
Every dog deserves a place in your heart.
Every dog deserves a place to walk.
Every dog deserves a place to run.
John Duncan.”
― John Duncan, Terror Pit Bulls Born Into a World of Violence

“Anyone unaccustomed to the rather peculiar points of bull terrier beauty would have thought him a strange if not downright ugly dog, with the maked, down-faced arc of his profile, his deep-chested, stocky body and whip -tapered tail. But the true lover of an ancient and honorable breed would have recognized the blood and bone of this elderly and rather battered body; world have known that in his prime this had been a magnificent specimen of compact sinew and muscle, bred to fight and endure, and would have loved him for his curious mixture of waked, unyielding fighter yet devoted and docile family pet, and above all for the irrepressible air of sly merriment which gleamed in his little slant eyes.”
― Sheila Burnford, The Incredible Journey

“I have known many breeds, — Irish Terriers, Airedales, Blue Bedlingtons, Collies, Spaniels, Yorkshires, English Bulldogs, — but it seems to me that the Scottish terrier has the most generous charm of all. Nature was liberal to him in giving him the heart of a big dog in a body so compact and small that he might be the perfect companion indoors and out.”
― Mazo de la Roche, Portrait of a Dog

“Possibly she insists upon being called a Scottish terrier because, at the moment, Scottish terriers are high in fashion — it is queer, isn’t it that there should be fashions in dogs? Scotties are a sane style; they are, so to say, serviceable and they give good wear. They have all the compactness of a small dog and all the valor of a big one. And they are so exceedingly sturdy that it is proverbial that the only thing fatal to them is being run over by an automobile — in which case the car itself knows that it has been in a fight.”
― Dorothy Parker, Dog Tales: Classic Stories About Smart Dogs

“Remarkable breed, terriers,” the officer explained to his orderly. “Boss ‘em around and they pay no attention to you. Make them understand there’s a good reason for doing something, and they are almost human.”
― Jack Rohan, Rags: The Dog Who Went to War

“No one and nothing, it seemed, could save her, no men with spades, no Ted Jennings, no Ben Cooper ... no Rose, never a glimpse of Rose again. Gannet’s back was arched like a strung bow, her feet were bunched as close as a cat’s on a pole; the fox had her by her ear now. It was bleeding fast. No human witness, if such were possible, would have held out any hope for her. Already she had weakened. For, although twelve hours in the open had brought the old moist shine back to her nose and her coat showed the beginnings of a glow again, the past two weeks of scant exercise and poor diet, of pining in unhealthy kennels, had taken their toll of her strength. Be that as it may, hunched up against the cruelly unyielding clay walls, Gannet was ready to go on fighting till the last breath in her body expired. Her adversary inched forward again.”
― J.N.P. Watson