It's become one of my favorite dog quotes, but I think I've found another that rivals it. I recently picked up a copy of a book I hadn't read in years, John Graves' classic "Goodbye To A River." First published in 1960, "Goodbye To A River" is Graves' account of a three-week float trip he took, alone, except for his dog, down a stretch of the Brazos River that was scheduled to be dammed. If you haven't ever read it, well, put down the smartphone, get your ass off Facebook and go find a copy. It is a haunting and wonderful book. It, and Graves himself, are not just regional, but national treasures.