Sentence examples for strange dog from inspiring English sources

You wouldn't just walk up to a strange dog in the street and stroke it".

The boy returned and said a big strange dog was playing with the newspaper all over the porch & lawn.

Never approach a strange dog, especially one that's tethered or confined, and avoid eye contact with a dog that appears threatening.

Michael Byrne's first novel, Lottery Boy, is an action packed story about a young boy, Bully and his strange dog, Jack, who sleep on the streets.

I am fond of her but also wary, the way you would be if a strange dog came up and licked your hand.

The pet in that book that Hepcat most strongly resembles is Albert Camus's skinny, beret-wearing cat, who wrote the "quintessential, existential novel, 'The Strange Dog.' " But Hepcat's saviors are not existentialist philosophers; they are a colorful assortment of instrument-playing animals, animal versions of rock 'n' rollers, various personifications of nature, and Elvis himself.

Their cases take them from a strange dog-killer in Ostia, to the danger of Pompeii at the eruption of Vesuvius, from hunting down a masked assassin attempting to murder the emperor to gladiator fights in Capua, from the famous Colossus of Rhodes in Greece to the chariot races at Delphi, from trekking along the Nile to the very heart of Rome itself, discovering adventure and romance at every turn.

KIRSTEN R. SANTIAGO Kindness for Strange Dogs Perhaps Kirsten R. Santiago's favorite wedding gift from her husband was Lady Sailor, a good-natured American bulldog.

There are accounts of bad dogs cured, like "Bad Dog: A Love Story," by Martin Kihn; of good dogs loved, as in Jill Abramson's "The Puppy Diaries"; of strange dogs made whole and wild dogs made docile; of love lives altered by loving dogs, as in Justine van der Leun's "Marcus of Umbria: What an Italian Dog Taught an American Girl About Love".

Writer complains that while millions of man-hours are spent worrying about the one chance in six hundred billion that Skylab will fall on you, people continue to live dangerously: they cross streets against traffic pet strange dogs, wander away from the group and get lost, put foreign objects in their mouths.

By Garrison Keillor The New Yorker, August 6, 1979 P. 28 Writer complains that while millions of man-hours are spent worrying about the one chance in six hundred billion that Skylab will fall on you, people continue to live dangerously: they cross streets against traffic pet strange dogs, wander away from the group and get lost, put foreign objects in their mouths.