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I have a black lab named Luke.
Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.
Scared by the noise, Millie looked down at her brothers. Then she held out both arms and Tom's stomach turned cold. She was going to jump to him, like she did from the back of the sofa. She was going to jump, confident that he'd catch her, like he always did.
Izzy. Sweet, beautiful, but eternally strange Izzy.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
We play hide-and-seek, wade into her ponds to fill jam jars with writhing tadpoles, and cavort with her pack of dogs, named Brandy, Whiskey, Lager, so that just calling the pack makes one feel light-headed and drunk.
What the hell was up with her nicknames anyway? Sunshine. Daisy. Candy. All bright, sweet things. She should insist on being called Spider or something. Darken her image a bit.
She is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
As I stare into the Border collie's eyes, I think that maybe I should go inside and call the girls. Claire, Cindy, and Jill would be here almost before I hung up the phone. They would hold me, hug me, say all the right things. You're special, Lindsay. Everybody loves you, Lindsay.
Beauty had just squatted under one of the chairs lining the hallway. A small trickle was creeping across the marble floor.
'She's too intelligent to pay mind to me,' Lady Sylvia said blandly. 'All three dogs are French, and they behave just like Frenchmen. Decorative but peevish.
She had made Matthew want to smile. With her luminous skin, her exotic cinnamon-colored eyes and quicksilver expressions, Daisy Bowman seemed to have come from an enchanted forest populated with mythical creatures.
She looks like an inbred Pomeranian on her best days.
My Suzie, also known as Shotgun Suzie, also known as Oh Christ It's Her, Run.
Alma didn't want Isabel to start singing the praises of their pet, a rescue beagle, or she wouldn't shush until sundown.
"I've found the missing lady," Alma said. "Say welcome home, Betsy Sweet.
She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.
The southern edge of town. Tim was a liver-colored bird dog, the pet of Maycomb. "What's he doing?" "I don't know, Scout. We better go home.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
The dog - Beverly - looked up at me with warm, trusting brown eyes. I was a human. I had her leash, and I knew her name. Clearly, I was going to make everything okay. It must be nice to be a dog.
LOOK AT HIM! Mum, LOOK! OUR NEW DOG! ISN'T HE A BEAUTY?"
"Another DOG!" came Maia's amazed voice.
With that, Millie closed her eyes, kept them closed a good long moment, whispered an "Amen," then opened her eyes.
"Were you just ... praying?" Everett asked.
"I always pray before I proceed with a life-threatening situations."
"Does it help?"
"I'm still alive, aren't I?
Who will bell the cat?
She is my "Soul Dog" and I totally get it now.
I've missed you, Ella May
Boys annoyed her. Girls annoyed her. She should have been a cat.
Elizabeth Spencer.
You love her. The half-breed daughter of the Summer lord.
Her dog Custard is a Pomeranian. He looks like a golden dandelion fluff with cat feet. Mrs.
I have an old dog named Lily, and she's a black lab.
Supermarket she tried to bite, and the dog was
I pretended not to be surprised when she showed up at my sliding door last night. Between the dog and me? I thought she was either a super-dedicated UPS guy or a polite serial killer.
Before her, with sharp blue eyes and perfectly coiffed blond hair, was Josephine Marie Elizabeth Cavendish, Her Grace, the Duchess of Durham, widow of the fifth duke, and aunt to the Cavendish siblings.
One did not call her Josie. Amelia had asked.
These are the cafeteria ladies. I call them Millie, Billie, and Tilly. I think they're part of a government program to get rid of the middle school population in this country, one lunch at a time.
Definitely not a Gertrude.
Ellie, I want everything with you.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Hey what's your name"
"Candi." She's hesitant, like that beaten dog Jade mentioned. "Candi Woodward."
"I'm Ayla Monroe."
She laughs uneasily. "I know."
"Out, Candi Cane," Jane orders.
some evil old ruffian of a Dog-stealer
Andrea: " ... I think a dog is a great idea. I just never pictured you with a mutant poodle."
Kate: "He isn't a poodle. He's a Doberman mix."
Andrea: "Aha. Keep telling yourself that.
If Jo is a tomboy and Amy a goose, what
Joe, my guardian and a man of few words, once said about Lizzie, "That girl could talk the ears off a cornfield.
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
Sometimes I like her calm, unwild,
gentle as a sleeping child,
and wonder as she lies, a fur ring,
curled upon my lap, unstirring
is it me or Tibbles purring?
There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!"
...
"Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.
Sally, or rather Sarah (for what young lady of common gentility will reach the age of sixteen without altering her name as far as she can?) must from situation be at this time the intimatre friend and confidante of her sister.
If she ever turned into a werewolf, it would be one of those jolly breezy werewolves whom it is a pleasure to know.
She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
Her unconditional love and joyfulness had reminded us that there was still good in the world. From a spiritual perspective, dogs get it so right (except for the annoying yappers, which get nothing right).
Once upon a time there were three little sisters,' the Dormouse began in a great hurry; 'and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well
' 'What did they live on?' said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking.
What would Betsy tell Marty about poor,
She picked a sorrel mare with four white socks named Scarlett. Levi wasn't about to ride his favorite stallion, Rhett - Tamara would read too much into that - so he saddled Ashley, the one gelding in the stables, instead. You
Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me."
"Liked you, liked you?" Magnus buried his grin in the cat's fur. "Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don't recall saying anything to Isabelle ...
Rene looked at Grendel. "What in the world is that?"
"That's our mutant attack poodle," I told her.
"Is he chewing on a gun?
But you can't have Nell like you can have other girls. She says she's Southern but she's not on the Grid. She's a different type altogether. Trust me on that one.
That Mrs. Wiggins! Why, she's as like my sister Eva as two peas.
Oh, my giddy aunt!
My golden retriever, Callie, is so easy to please. She finds great pleasure in our day-to-day routine, which helps me to enjoy the simple things. She loves to jump on the couch with her favorite toys and roll around while I clap my hands.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Jude: But I thought Fancy was the Slip Kid?
Olivia: Fancy?
Ruby: He nicknamed Clancy.
Olivia: Fancy sort of suits him.
The Lesbian is one of the least known members of our culture. Less is known about her - and less accurately - than about the Newfoundland dog.
Oh, Ellie, you look beautiful. Like a Fey-tale princess.
I can see you're jealous of Millie's love for me," he teased, his smile charming enough to make a nun reconsider her vows, "but you can't blame her. I've always had a way with a pussy.
Chihuahua. There's a waste of dog food. Looks like a dog that is still far away.
A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby.
She had a cloth in her hands. She said, Frankie hungry?
Olivia is a girl who sees everything.
Evie, Evie, my girl, my heart.
And what else is she?" Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, "A bitchweasel?"
"A bitchweasel!" Jazza's face lit up. "She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.
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.
Violet Lynn Parker, you'd better spill or I'll start bellowing 'Happy Birthday' to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
Busy old fool, unruly Sophie
Where did she come from, and where can I find one?" "Picked this one up at a gas station in West Virginia, bargain price. Last one on the shelf, sorry.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
Darling? Did she just call him 'darling', or was it 'dahling'? There was no reason to panic. There were plenty of la-di-dah women who referred to their dogs, drivers, and other la-di-dah women as 'dahling'. It was a perfectly normal thing to do in la-di-dah world.
Hallo" , he said in a purr, looking Gretchen up and down in a way that raised my hackles. "What's your name, sweeting ? "
"Her name is No," I said at once.
Like most girls she had been brought up on the warm milk prepared by Annie Fellows Johnston and on novels in which the female was beloved because of certain mysterious womanly qualities, always mentioned but never displayed.
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends.
She's my sunshine
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
She's my kitten, and no one else's.
My thinking-of-kitties smile!
Hi, Your Majesty, we drugged your love muffin and then let her walk out into the dark, in the snow. Her apartment is destroyed and we're not sure where she is ...
Although her eyes are neither golden nor heavenly blue, Terri Stambaugh has the vision of an angel, for she sees through you and knows your truest heart, but loves you anyway, in spite of all the ways that you have fallen from a state of grace.
Sassy the basset hound sat up on the seat and yawned. Her tongue rolled into a long bologna canoe. She did a little shuffle on her front paws and snorted. Maybe it was a friendly greeting. Maybe she was having a doggie coronary.
We love you Effie!
What is she like?
I was told
she is a
melancholy soul.
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
Hey. Hands off.",
"Please. Please, please, soooo pretty. Lemme just have one little touch."
"Peabody, isn't it embarrassing enough you're wearing pink cowboy boots, again, without standing here drooling on my coat?
Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
I'm not saying hello to a pink poodle," I said. "Forget it." "Percy," Annabeth said. "I said hello to the poodle. You say hello to the poodle.
Small, short-sighted, blonde, barbed - she reminds me of a bright little hedgehog.
Hadley Grayson is my lightning, my speed, my hearts, my candy.
I've never tried any of my own products and I'm glad I haven't.
It might have reduced my tolerance for happy.
Whoever can find the answer to this question: "How can I say this to my dog" has already won the game.
He picked up the biscuit box and said, "Come on, Marlene. Back into hiding in case somebody comes looking for you, although only God knows why anybody would."
"Marlene?" Nell said.
"I'm not calling anything SugarPie," Riley said. "That's obscene.
Hope,
Lizzie says
my name over
and
over
and
over
again.
Hope!
And, oh,
I stand there.
Oh, my heart.
I stand there,
still.
Ruby.
"She's here, Stella," I whisper "Ruby's safe. Just like I promised.
Ricky was "L" but he's home with the flu,
Lizzie, our "O," had some homework to do,
Mitchell, "E" prob'ly got lost on the way,
So I'm all of the love that could make it today.
I never thought to ask her name, Father, but you know the little mulberry girl as you know each sparrow of the field. You are the white berry that removes the stain.
This is Margaret Brown; boy did she put on a show!" Agnes
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?