True Stories of Heroic Dogs Quotes

“The big cat’s flame-green eyes were on the plump child not ten feet away from where it lay, lashing its tail. Here was a chance for revenge. One raking blow of unsheathed claws would make up for those tortured months of captivity. Closing his jaws in the man-child’s throat would repay him for the wounds that still smarted where the bullets had grazed his flesh. The puny dog, who was crouching close by, was not even to be considered. ‘The dogs, who had been guarding the sheep and the bull the puma had recently slaughtered, had fled when he spat at them.”
― George Watson Little, True Stories of Heroic Dogs

“There won't be a shred of evidence,” he thought as he laid three sticks of dynamite on the floor of the Porch. “The house and everyone in it will be blown to bits including that savage dog of theirs.”

To one end of the explosive, he attached several feet of fuse, and then he lighted the far end of the fuse.”
― George Watson Little, True Stories of Heroic Dogs

“It’s no use,” one of them was saying to Police Chief Edward Smith. “A thousand of us have been searching since yesterday afternoon. We might have to keep on searching night and day for weeks. Even if Sandra managed to escape drowning, she couldn’t possibly survive another night with the temperature dropping down to forty degrees as it did last night.”

“Hush,” the chief said. “Her father’s -somewhere around. Don’t let him hear you say anything like that. We've got to find that child, I tell you. And we’ve got to find her today.”

The other man sighed. “If only Rusty could bark.” His voice dwindled away.

In that moment of silence Rusty raised his head and, fighting the agony in his jaws, uttered one short, sharp bark.”
― George Watson Little, True Stories of Heroic Dogs

“It all happened so quickly that Smoky was dazed until the shock of the icy water brought him to. He instinctively began to swim. But at the same moment he realized that his master was not with him. He turned back just in time to see the unconscious body sinking below the dark surface of the water. Smoky took a deep breath and did a surface dive. When he came up his teeth were set in the collar of his master’s hunting jacket.”
― George Watson Little, True Stories of Heroic Dogs