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| Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night. | Bram Stoker | Dracula |  |
The venom clamours of a jealous woman
Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. | William Shakespeare | The Comedy of Errors | |
| "You may bribe a soldier to slay a man with his sword, or a witness to take life by false accusation; but you cannot make a hound tear his benefactor." | Sir Walter Scott | The Talisman | |
| " . . . recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit." | Sir Walter Scott | The Talisman | |
| "It's funny how dogs and cats know the insides of folks better than other folks do, isn't it?" | Eleanor H. Porter | Pollyanna | |
| Even in common people, conceit has the virtue of making them cheerful; the man who thinks his wife, his baby, his house, his horse, his dog, and himself severally unequalled, is almost sure to be a good-humored person, though liable to be tedious at times. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table | |
| 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. | Anne Bronte | The Tenant of Wildfell Hall | |
| "Strange life a dog's," said Jolyon suddenly: "The only four-footer with rudiments of altruism and a sense of God!" | John Galsworthy | The Forsyte Saga | |
| Fledgeby deserved Mr. Alfred Lammle's eulogium. He was the meanest cur existing, with a single pair of legs. And instinct (a word we all clearly understand) going largely on four legs, and reason always on two, meanness on four legs never attains the perfection of meanness on two. | Charles Dickens | Our Mutual Friend | |
| Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing. | Jerome K. Jerome | Three Men in a Boat | |
| "Here you are, doggy! Good old Toby! Smell it, Toby, smell it!" He pushed the creasote handkerchief under the dog's nose, while the creature stood with its fluffy legs separated, and with a most comical cock to its head, like a connoisseur sniffing the bouquet of a famous vintage. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Sign of The Four | |
| A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| ". . . judiciously show a cat milk, if you wish her to thirst for it. Judiciously show a dog his natural prey, if you wish him to bring it down one day." | Charles Dickens | A Tale of Two Cities | |
| "You see, dear heart," said he, "that they will not leave the old dog in his kennel when the game is afoot." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The White Company | |
| Though amid all the smoking horror and diabolism of a sea-fight, sharks will be seen longingly gazing up to the ship's decks, like hungry dogs round a table where red meat is being carved, ready to bolt down every killed man that is tossed to them . . . | Herman Melville | Moby Dick | |
| And not only did he learn by experience, but instincts long dead became alive again. The domesticated generations fell from him. In vague ways he remembered back to the youth of the breed, to the time the wild dogs ranged in packs through the primeval forest and killed their meat as they ran it down. | Jack London | The Call of the Wild | |
| Fox terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in them as other dogs are. | Jerome K. Jerome | Three Men in a Boat | |
