Quotes About Poodle

he does, there are ways to camouflage many imperfections so that they don't stand out like a sore thumb. A talented groomer probably can make an average Poodle look much finer than a near-perfect Poodle trimmed by an amateurish groomer.

In time of war, if you go through a bad neighborhood, I don't want a little French poodle, I want a Rottweiler on my hands.

I have a toy poodle, Shadow. She's a little whippersnapper! And I love little monkeys.

What's that? That's my attack poodle.

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.

I also stole a small yellow doughnut from the box of Duncan's doughnuts in the rec room and fed it to the attack poodle in my office. He made a great production of it. First, he growled at the doughnut, just to show it who was boss. Then he nudged it with his nose. Then he licked it, until finally he snagged it into his mouth and chomped it with great pleasure, dropping crumbs all over the carpet.

Who is that?" "Your replacement." "You replaced me with a shaved poodle?" "He's got mad skills.

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?

You replaced me with a shaved poodle?" "He's got mad skills." Derek's eyebrows crept up. "He can vomit and urinate at the same time and he doesn't make fun of my car.

Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut." The poodle whined softly. "I don't need any criticism from you. If you can go a day without barfing or destroying my house, then I might listen to what you have to say. Until then, keep your opinions to yourself." I fell back into my bed and put a pillow on my head. I'd just had a conversation with a poodle and accused him of criticizing me. Curran had finally driven me out of my mind.

Kate sat at her desk. Grendel sprawled by her feet, an enormous black monstrosity that had more in common with the hound of the Baskervilles than with any poodle I had ever seen.

She took one of her poodle's charcoal biscuits out of the packet and ate it herself. 'Either these are quite delicious or quite disgusting. Like many things in life, it's rather hard to tell which,' she said.

PS: I was assigned a guardian poodle. You did not misread. I said POODLE. If you want to be insulted on my behalf, feel free. I turned her down - of course.' 'PS: I was assigned a grizzy bear. Suck it.

I opened the door and saw a huge slimy pile of dog puke cooling in the middle of my hallway carpet. The attack poodle sat nearby, an expression of perfect innocence on his narrow mug. I pointed at the puke. "That was a dick move." The attack poodle wagged his tail.

I wrote a techno song about the four things I love in Germany to make myself happy, which are my grandfather, my two poodle pets, bread, and a strange but delicious Turkish dish called Doener Kebab.

Love holds on to it's bad habits. - My Heart Is Not A Poodle

It doesn't bother you that your canine brethren are being paraded around show rings like slaves?" "My canine brethren?" I said. "I don'thave any canine brethren." "How can you say that! You're a werewolf." "That's right. I'm a werewolf, not a poodle. What makes you think I have any kinship with dogs?

Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man

Wisdom must go with Sympathy, else the emotions will become maudlin and pity may be wasted on a poodle instead of a child-on a field-mouse instead of a human soul.

As he came leaping in, the poodle did not heed it. The matter now seems turned about; The Devil's in the house and can't get out.

The nightmare creates a frightful and alarming impression, especially when a hairy animal appears in it, such as poodle (the most usual form of embodiment for evil demons).

I can tell by your eye shadow, you're from Brooklyn, right? . . . Me too. My mother has plastic covers on all the furniture. Even the poodle. Looked like a barking hassock walking down the street.

You know, a Beagle Poodle cross?" I tried to imagine a mixture of those two breeds leading to something good, and simply couldn't. I wasn't being Poodle-centric. I was pretty sure that Beagle breeders would have felt the same way.

The brooch was a cheap bauble, but one with powerful sentimental value. Not that Irene was the sentimental type, aside from the smother-love she lavished on her toy poodle, but she'd known Colette her whole life. They'd grown up in the same grimy apartment house in Bay Ridge and had at one time