I have died a thousand deaths from the mere accident of meeting dogs in the street.

I never did meet one without believing that it was his destiny to give my children a step-mother.

In point of fact, I would like to live in a world without dogs; but as I cannot accomplish this, I console myself by living in a house without one.

I always expect my visitors to leave their dogs at home; they may bring their children, but they must not bring their dogs.

I wish dogs would not even look in my basement windows as they pass.
I am convinced therefore, that some Northerner has passed a plantation at the South, and seen dogs tied up.