FACT:
I’ll eat anything even if I know it has made me throw up in the past.
FACT:
Staring at my owner while he’s sleeping will wake him up.
Doesn’t work so well with my owner. I find jumping to the middle of the bed and pushing him to the floor works better.
Fact two is a cat fact as well. One cat I know found that touching a human’s eyelid with their wet nose woke them up with a minimum of fuss and no possibility of pretending otherwise.
Apparently “The dog returns to his vomit” is an aphorism in more than one language.
FACT:
If I have just been let in, I want out again. Now.
FACT:
If I’ve just been let out, I want in again. Now.
Fact: I will take on the biggest, meanest, ugliest, scariest, creature on earth, with no thought of the risk to myself, if I think “my person” is in danger, or if I think my person wants me to do it.
Fact: If you can eat it, I can eat it and should eat it.
Fact: skyes only do what you want them to if and only if it also happens to be what they want to do
There’s another version of that which is equally applicable to cats and dogs:
I may not exactly want out, but I reserve the right to think about it
for as long as I want. It should not be a problem for you to stand there
holding the door.
yes!
AND: treat me for being good when I come in.
… even if it is my own throw up.
Like it says in the good Book, “As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.” Proverbs 26:11
So, Hebrew first, then, as far as we know.
Walden, we love you. Please keep coming back here. 
Dog Fact:
I love rolling in dead stuff. It smells good.
Dog Fact:
Everything but clean smells good.
Dog fact: If you scratch me behind the ears just so you’ll make a friend for life.
DOG fACT: Is that food for me? Is it, is it? Is that food for me? Huh? Is it, is it?
FACT: Shaking so that my tags rattle and then going and standing by mom’s side of the bed in the middle of the night means she will get up and let me out. If that doesn’t work, picking up her slippers and moving them will work.
FACT: My squeaky ball sounds much better than whatever dad is trying to watch on TV.
No, no, no. You miss the point. It’s a dog joke. “Hey, I don’t smell like me anymore! HA! Fooled ya!”
It’s like a kid wearing a hallowe’en mask. It’s such a shame so few humans get the joke.
FACT: No matter how many walkies we’ve been on today, I want to go again. Now. (Doggie musings: What is a “day” anyway? And why do people have to put on different fur to go outside? I wear the same fur all the time - why can’t they?)
FACT: It’s fun to go bye-bye in the car - unless we stop at the vet.
Oooo, there’s a rock, I think I’ll swallow it…
Fact:
Being a member of the Pack rocks.
In fact, I think these are fun to eat and I’ll have three cups please…
owwwww, why to I have these itchy stitches in my tummy, you don’t suppose it had anything to do with those crunchy gravels do you?