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When they awakened at four o'clock in the afternoon, all was quiet. Duke peeked out the door and closed it quickly.
'What do the initials M.P. stand for?' he inquired.
'Shore Patrol,' answered Trapper John.
Logan," one of them drawled. "Your technique's slipping if you need dogs to keep them from running away."
"Why are you on the floor?"
"Hypnos," I said.
Quinn snorted. "Dude, Hypnos and dogs? I thought you were the one who was supposed to be good with the girls, Darcy?
Carson," she said when she picked up. I liked it. Clear. Concise. To the point.
I decided to try it myself. "Davidson."
A loud sigh filtered to me. "Charley, you called me. You can't just say Davidson."
"What are you, the phone greeting police?
concerning whose
Play-ground, his
If you order some servant to bring food, I'm leaving."
"I was going to make sure Albert hadn't moved the car."
"Oh, right. Albert the butler."
"He's a valet, actually."
"You are not helping yourself.
Earl: Augh! They're trying to take the wolf off the endangered list .
Mooch: I know. But did you hear what they're putting back on the endangered list?
Earl: What?
Mooch: Empathy and compassion.
Her professional conscience is a collar. I hold the leash.
The relationship between a military working dog and a military dog handler is about as close as a man and a dog can become. You see this loyalty, the devotion, unlike any other and the protectiveness.
those dogs, the unwanted ones that have been mistreated all their lives. You can kick them and kick them, but they'll still come back to you, cringing and wagging their tails. Begging. Hoping
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Head-keeper Hudson, we believe, has been now told to receive all orders for fly-paper and for preservation of your hen-pheasant's life.
How come dog and dog owner are so alike?
Most of us are called on to perform tasks far beyond what we can do. Our capabilities seldom match our aspirations, and we are often woefully unprepared. To this extent, we are all Assistant Pig-Keepers at heart.
the dog Harry was in the way back.
There is one fold and one shepherd.
Finally, especially in the case of medical-response canines and those that serve handlers with invisible disabilities, it's not merely the necessity of the dog that's questioned but also the existance of the disability itself. And for these partnerships, some of the greatest problems arise.
Cashier." Turnover
Agents of disruption, subversion, sabotage and disinformation tunnelers and smugglers, listeners and forgers, trainers and recruiters and talent spotters and couriers and watchers and seducers, assassins and balloonists, lip readers and disguise artists.
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
I have something to check out. You ... guard the truck."
"Sylvie," Wright said, "no one wants this truck. I'm broke and on foot, and I don't want this truck.
The philanthropist can never forget classes and callings. He says, with a modest swagger, 'I have invited twenty-five factory hands to tea.' If he said 'I have invited twenty-five chartered accountants to tea,' everyone would see the humour of so simple a classification.
Agent Carson pulled up in her SUV. We'd thrown her when we both climbed into her official vehicle, but I quickly explained that Reyes, my affianced, had separation anxiety.
Think of me as the porter ... and consider the possiblity that life might be less exhausting if you unloaded some of your bags on to my empty trolley.
heavy demolition unit.
the best-bred dogs belong in the surest hands.
Lieutenant Dallas has just given you a brief demonstration of why she's one of the most valuable assets of the NYPSD. She observes, deduces, and reports with accuracy.
Show dogs and their handlers remind me of Brooke Shields and her mother: an incredibly disheveled person tethered to an impeccably groomed animal.
I look after people.
Them. Too much activity, right where the colonel
Eyes - the head's chief of police. They watch and make mental notes.
Who brings a picnic to a break-in?
But who guards the guardians?
Dogs and children vomit in distress. Women cry.
("Dial 'O' For Operator")
We are all fed from hundreds and thousands of hands. Often we do not know whose they are nor how they work. Only a few of us ever visualize the hands that grope in the coal mines or push levers in the mills or handle axes in the lumber camp.
Why, an old, mangy dog, warming himself at the hearth, and struggling to his feet with a little
whimper to welcome his master home - why, that dog has more memories than I! At least he
recognizes his master. His master. But what can I call mine?
Let slip the dogs of champions.
For Caleb's kittens
The one, who likes to have an 'underhand', will inevitably come across a 'boss'!
They're not really dogs, they're employees. Security. I paid forty grand apiece for these fucking dogs. One wrong look at Ashleigh or Kate and they eat your face off.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
Eventually a guy behind the hog farmer broke ranks, and stepped forward. A pragmatist, clearly. He walked to the car and lifted the hatchback and put the bags inside, one by one, first Keever's, then Chang's.
I'll put her in charge of the puppies. I've twelve this week that need tending. How does that suit you?
Leeli's mouth hung open. She tried to say something but instead crumpled to the floor. She had fainted with joy.
Bookbag, Pocketshoe.
Behind them, attached to the harness, was a
Headquarters in the Saddle.
Gladys.. work has kept you fit
And Bill.. you never moan
Well life's not for carrying cases
With a butler of your own
I like them all-pointers, setters, retrievers, spaniels-what have you. I've had good ones and bad of several kinds. Most of the bad ones were my fault and most of the good ones would have been good under any circumstances.
Who let the dogs out? Who, who.Dogs-- Mitt Romney
Everything has two handles,-one by which it may be borne; another by which it cannot.
I have seven rescue dogs.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
Silver Avalanche coming up the driveway," calls Jeffrey from upstairs.
"What are you, security?" I call back.
Derek's. Lucas'. Ben's. It's beyond me what I must do to make them realize that I'm neither object nor possession. I don't belong to any of them.
Where are the dogs going? you people who pay so little attention ask. They are going about their business. And they are very punctilious, without wallets, notes, and without briefcases.
If you're a caretaker, who are you when there's no one else to take care of?
Nicole, and Earl D. Radmacher labored very hard
There are Sutlers everywhere.
small dachshund tore into his backyard carrying something in his mouth. The dog stopped about ten feet in front of him, and they stared each other down. Too well groomed to be a stray, it probably belonged to his nearest neighbor, a new renter who'd just moved in.
Honey?" she asks. "Don't call me that," I snap. "What? Honey?" she asks. "Yes," I snap again. "What do you want me to call you?" she asks, indignantly. "CEO?" She stifles a giggle. "Oh Christ." "No, really Patrick. What do you want me to call you?" King, I'm thinking.
Would it be too hackneyed to wonder where it all went so wrong? Kitty's
Fetches cups of caf.
Track accountability is the best way to describe it. You're looking to see which dog accounts for the most tracks in the smoothest manner.
Tugs used to think that everyone's name was in the dictionary, and when she had realized it was only hers, both Tugs and Button, she felt suddenly fond and possessive of it, as if this book were put here for her guidance alone.
Every thing is of use to a houskeeper.
My dog and two cats are such a vital part of my life. To say that I am their owner doesn't reflect at all the profound bond and responsibility that I have towards them.
There was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their
He's going to try to take Megan! I shouted, fury filling me and spilling out in the form of the manifestation. I raced down the hill toward the crossroad, the pack of snarling, jingling, horned hell poodles streaming behind me.
Dane and his hell-poodles
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, the first to welcome, the foremost to defend.
truck. He backed
A number of visitors called this morning,' Finchley announced with some pride. He took a tray from a waiting footman and displayed it as if it were a baby. Sure enough there was a little heap of cardboard bits, embossed with the names of nobility, acquaintances, friends and the purely curious.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
extra pack of dog cards.
I personally cannot tell you how many times we rescuers put our names on animals to come to us as soon as they are eligible for release, only to find they have been senselessly killed by overzealous pound workers.
There is something about street dogs, about rescues; they have this knowing sense about them.
There is the little matter of disposal of droppings in which the cat is far ahead of its rivals. The dog is somehow thrilled by what he or any of his friends have produced, hates to leave it, adores smelling it, and sometimes eats it.
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?
Jaguar - For men who'd like hand-jobs from beautiful women they hardly know.
What's all the row over at Ben's?" [Mrs. Ide] inquired, placidly, from her comfortable chair.
"Rustlers, cattle, foremen, sheriffs, and Heaven only knows what," replied Hettie, distractedly.
Who ... what are they?"
"My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.
A bludgeon of wives (surely that must be the plural assignation)!
who says dog means dog?
The dancers finished thier set, and one immediately strolled over to our table and straddled Ranger.
Want a private party?" she asked.
Not tonight," Ranger said. He handed her a twenty, and she left.
What about the cat-feeding theory?" I asked him.
Out the window.
None saies his Garner is full.
Do not mistake my compassion for injured creatures as any kind of personal interest, Mr. Devlin. I once bandaged the paw of a stray dog I found in the village. I would place you in the same category as he."
"My angel of mercy.
Mrs. Campbell once attempted to smuggle her pet Pekingese through customs by tucking him inside the upper part of her cape. "Everything was going splendidly," she later remarked, "until my bosom barked."
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies.
gate, the guards, who
Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them's making a poop, the other one's carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge.
Who will tend the farm museums who will dust the day belongings?
Inside that Colonel, there's a private that needs to be cuddled and held just like the rest of us." Hawkeye
Who's a** is this?" Mo asked ...
"Mine!" Mykel shouted.
Mo stilled and then laughed. Mykel thought about what he said and then felt his face heat up from embarrassment. "I mean yours."
"God, I love you," Mo said ...
I think initially we wanted to use the first letter of the character's name. We thought S was perfect.
As long as they were talking, it was easy. And Levi was always talking.
He told her about 4-H.
"What do the H's stand for?"
"Head, heart, hands, health. They don't have 4-H in South Omaha?"
"They do, but it stands for hard, hip-hop, and Homey-don't-play-that.
What am I supposed to haul my dogs around in, a Rolls-Royce?
Dallas Bines. Dallicious Bines would be a more fitting name.
I'm going to destroy you, little man!" Sourcefield yelled after me. "I'll rip you apart like a piece of tissue paper in a hurricane!"
"Wow," I said, reaching an intersection and taking cover by an old mailbox.
"What?" Tia asked.
"That was a really good metaphor.
Mines!" Patsy shouts, pointing at Tim. He goes to her, rumples her scanty hair.
"See, hot Alice? Even the very young feel the pull of my magnetism. It's like an irresistible urge, a force like gravity, or - "
"Poop!
This is Huntress placing Panta four-five, four-six on battle stations, I repeat battle stations, time one-two-four-one. Authenticate hotel romeo, all parties acknowledge with initials.
Holder: "Why'd you stop talking?"
Sky: "Talking? Holder, I'm reading. There's a difference. And from the looks of it, you haven't been paying a lick of attention."
Holder: "Oh, I've been paying attention. To your mouth. Maybe not to the words coming out of it, but definitely to your mouth.