When we got to the patient, the dog was a good 50 yards away. He kept creeping up and barking at the firetruck.

"What is the matter?" he cried. "For God's sake, what are you doing!"I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder. "I've got out at last," said I, "in spite of you and Jane. And I've pulled off most of the paper, so you can't put me back!” Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!

He who pelts every barking dog must pick up many stones

A barking dog is often more useful than a sleeping lion.

Truth is a good dog; but always beware of barking too close to the heels of an error, lest you get your brains kicked out.

I got some very good champagne for the guys back in Denver when I went over 1,000 yards last year. But this was a lot different situation here because a 1,000-yard season hadn't been done in a while. I had to do more.