1 The dog has his place in history.
2 There's the dogs, there's the pictures.
3 Hark, hark, the dogs do bark and the beggars.
4 As a dog shudders its skin, his skin shuddered.
5 I don't myself admire prize flowers, nor yet prize dogs.
6 They heard the dog's paws padding on the carpet behind him.
7 It fell within an inch of the dog's head on the grass by his side.
8 One hand caressing the dog rippled folds of skin towards the collar.
9 With his head on one side, his hand dangling above the dog's head he slept; he snored.
10 A hen strayed in; a file of cows passed the door; then a sheep dog; then the cowman, Bond, who stopped.
11 And here, released by Candish, racing across the lawn with a fleck of foam on the nostril, came his dog.
12 But first they must fight, as the dog fox fights with the vixen, in the heart of darkness, in the fields of night.
13 He had read his paper; he was drowsy; and so sank down into the chintz-covered chair with the dog at his feet--the Afghan hound.
14 His nose on his paws, his haunches drawn up, he looked a stone dog, a crusader's dog, guarding even in the realms of death the sleep of his master.
15 She had come into the stable yard where the dogs were chained; where the buckets stood; where the great pear tree spread its ladder of branches against the wall.