No Animal Is A Better Judge Of

I Think It Was The Beginning Of Mrs. Bond's Unquestioning Faith In Me When She Saw Me Quickly Enveloping The Cat Till All You Could See Of Him Was A Small Black And White Head Protruding From An Immovable Cocoon Of Cloth. He And I Were Now Facing Each Other, More Or Less Eyeball To Eyeball, And George Couldn't Do A Thing About It. As I Say, I Rather Pride Myself On This Little Expertise, And Even Today My Veterinary Colleagues Have Been Known To Remark, "old Herriot May Be Limited In Many Respects, But By God He Can Wrap A Cat.

I Was Helped By Having A Verbatim Memory Of What Happened Years Ago, Even If I Can't Remember What Happened A Couple Of Days Ago.

Dogs Like To Obey. It Gives Them Security.

Over The Years I Knew Her She Always Looked At Me Like That - As Though I Was A Quite Pleasant But Amusing Object - And It Always Did The Same Thing To Me. It's Difficult To Put Into Words But Perhaps I Can Best Describe It By Saying That If I Had Been A Little Dog I'd Have Gone Leaping And Gambolling Around The Room Wagging My Tail Furiously.

That Quotation About Not Having Time To Stand And Stare Has Never Applied To Me. I Seem To Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life - Probably Too Much - In Just Standing And Staring And I Was At It Again This Morning.