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A delight for dog lovers and, until dogs learn to talk, the best way to remember that the "inner dog" is probably much like the outer one, this winning collection teams up dog portraits and humorous verse to offer an honest, original, and hilarious portrayal of what dogs really "think." 50 duotone illustrations.
Dogs seem to be happy all the time, with no worries, no cares, living every day to the fullest. How do they do this? In this moving and uplifting work, W. R. Pursche examines how dogs live and translates their way of life into lessons for us to live by. Unlike other negative ?rules? that are often thrown at us (?Don?t do this! Don?t do that!?) these lessons are all appealingly positive. More than just a book of quotes or stories, and filled with examples from everyday life, Lessons to Live By: The Canine Commandments plainly shows how we can all benefit from the wisdom of dogs.Whether or not you have a dog or even like dogs, these memorable lessons will provide you or someone you know with a straightforward and uncomplicated approach to living a happier and more fulfilling life.
Includes, beginning Sept. 15, 1954 (and on the 15th of each month, Sept.-May) a special section: School library journal, ISSN 0000-0035, (called Junior libraries, 1954-May 1961). Also issued separately.
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The first "doglopedia" ever written includes a wide array of information for dog lovers, including how to say dog in 133 languages, advice on how to photograph dogs, tips on evaluating a litter, and much, much more. Original.
She wasn’t a dog anyone wanted. Bald from the nape of her neck to the tip of her tail, she was a scrawny little black dog with little to recommend herself to anyone other than the little tricks she used to perform to amuse people. A loser dog. But then, I wasn’t a person anyone wanted either. A loser in the eyes of the world. A ne’er do well named Jamie Fairchild, who, at the age of forty-one, had tried his luck in many places and invariably had failed. For twenty years, I had become a stranger even to the members of my own immediate family. I didn’t want a dog. I wasn’t even looking for one. But God has a way of intervening, regardless of our hopes, dreams, and personal wills, not necessarily giving one what one wants but what one needs. “Th ey ‘tole me you needed me,” Betsy told me. “Who told you?” “My superior offi cers,” she smiled, elevating her chin toward heaven. “Th ings hasn’t been goin’ so well with ya these past twenty years. I hear tell ya had big dreams once, but you went bust, was homeless jes like me fer awhiles. I also hear tell them folks of your’n ain’t much of a family. But then, mine tweren’t neither. I hears ya likes adventure, ain’t afeerd of takin’ risks. I ain’t either. I also hear tell ya likes to perform. I does too. But ya lost your confi dence along the way. Well, I’m here to give it back to ya.” Before long, Betsy was putting me through my paces. “Ah-ten-tion!” she’d bark at me. “Th at’s what our C.O. always barked at the fellas I worked with in New Guinea. Saunders was his name. Man, he was a doll, but he could also be one mean sonofabitch, let me tell ya. When Saunders barked them orders, them guys all shot up straight as ramrods. Shoulders up, ass in, chest out. Now, lissen up, Pop. Ah-ten-tion! Git that chin up! What good’s it doin’ hangin’ down thataways on your collarbone?” “Well, no one would be able to cuff me under it if it’s hanging down.” “Lissen, Pop,” she would say. “No one’s gonna cuff you under the chin. And if they does, I’ll take care of ‘em so good, they won’t need to wear no shoes! No one messes with a Marine. Not if they know what’s good for ‘em. Now lissen up! Chin up! Shoulders back! Ass in!” Awkward as these unaccustomed positions felt to me, I complied with her commands. “Yeah,” her muzzle widened into a grin. “Th at’s more like it, Daddy.” If Betsy had set me onto the road of physical exercise, she also corrected my posture. If it hadn’t been for the disciplines that she imposed upon me, I’d now be a walking question mark. “Why are ya walkin’ with your shoulders down on your chest?” she’d bark. “You wanna be a hunchback one day?” “No,” I said. “Th en stand straight and stop hangin’ your head,” she said. “How are ya ever goin’ to see where you’re a-goin’ lookin’ down at the ground all the time?” “You look at the ground when you sniff ,” I’d say. “Yeah, but that’s only to get the smell of direction. It’s in the dog world what you call a map in the human one. But ya c’aint go nowheres by always lookin’ at the map. Time comes when you’ve gotta keep your eye on the road.” Th is was the army now, and I had become Private Jamie to Sergeant Betsy. When I would slump down into that easy chair, one of whose armrests she had completely disemboweled, and had sunk into those pointless ruminations about what I should or should not have done so many years before, Betsy would approach my feet and deposit at them the tug o’ war rope, fall back on her rear haunches, her big brown eyes shining with excited anticipation, her muzzle dropped open in an eager smile. “Come on, Dad, let’s play.” “Oh, please, not now, Betsy,” I’d say. “Oh yes, now,” she insisted. “Come on. What good’s settin’ there goin’ over things you c’aint do nuthin’ ‘bout? When you does stuff like this, you’re like me when a fl ea gets on my tail and I keep tryin’ to bite it off of it, but the more I turns around, that tail jes keep gittin’ further away from me. Memories is like fl eas, Dad. You chew on ‘em too long, they gets your tail sore. Ya gotta keep your eye on your star. Th ere’s one up yonder that’s your’n and your’n alone. Keep your eye on it, and it won’t be forgettin’ ya. You jes take a hold on my tail, Pop, and I’ll take ya to your highest dreams.”
The evil in East Salem is no longer content to hide in the shadows. The stakes—and the darkness—are rising. Dani Harris thought there wasn’t much left that could surprise her after serving as a forensic psychiatrist in East Salem. And Tommy Gunderson has faced few challenges in his life that he couldn’t overcome by either physical strength or his celebrity status. But as they race to uncover what’s really happening behind the high walls of St. Adrian’s Academy, it becomes clear that supernatural forces have been at work here for generations. And now their focus is on making sure Dani and Tommy don’t interfere. When the unseen becomes seen, faith is the only weapon strong enough to fight in a battle involving not just murder and betrayal—but angels and demons. “Wiehl’s latest is a truly creepy story with supernatural undertones that seem eerily real.” -Romantic Times review of Waking Hours
*The debut novel by the author of THE ORPHAN MASTER'S SON: winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction 2013 After trashing his cherry '72 Corvette, illegally breaking into an ancient burial site, and snacking on 12,000-year-old popcorn, Hank Hannah finds that he's inadvertently unleashed the apocalypse. Hank, a professor of anthropology back in the days when there were still co-eds to ogle and now one of only twelve humans still alive on earth, decides to record the last days of human civilization for whomever - or whatever - might replace us.
'It was evident, if there were no other entrance to the ice house, that the body had at some point traversed this thorny barrier . . . The big question was, how long ago? How long had that nightmare been there?' The people of Streech village had never trusted the three women living up at the Grange – not since Phoebe Maybury's husband suddenly, inexplicably, vanished. Ten years later a corpse is discovered in the grounds and Phoebe's nightmare begins. For once they have identified the body the police are determined to charge her with murder . . . 'The most impressive first novel in years' Daily Telegraph 'A seductive writer with an imagination that makes her dangerous to know' Sunday Express 'Terrific first novel with a high Rendellesque frisson count' The Times