Quotes About Labrador

The dog was having a grand time. That's the thing about being a Labrador Retriever, you were born for fun. Seldom was your loopy, freewheeling mind cluttered by contemplation and never at all by somber worry. Every day was a romp. What else could there possibly be to life? Eating was a thrill, pissing was a treat, shitting was a joy. And licking your own balls? Bliss!

Só porque o Turner usa aquele estilo manhoso depois das seis da tarde. Lollapalooza julga que é porreiro andar descalça e eu tenho uma cadela labrador no meu escritório, isso não significa que pode baixar os seus padrões.

Ghislaine Maxwell was the classic contradiction in terms: insecure and needy but overpowering and in your face. A girl with both an inferiority and a god complex. She was a bit like a Labrador; the more someone kicked her the more she loved them.

A Lapador is a Labrador Retriever who believes he (or she) is a lap dog.

The Lab hopped up on the picnic table, his coat matted with wet sand. He walked over and sat down next to me, looking out at the ocean as if to say, Pretty nice, huh? I took quick stock of my world as I stood there—thatched pub, clean bed, cool pint of stout, a Labrador—and it was pretty nice, indeed. hole 199

Quarkbeasts, for all their fearsome looks, are obedient to a fault. They are nine-tenths velociraptor and kitchen blender and one-tenth Labrador. It was the Labrador tenth that I valued most.

A Quarkbeast is a small hyena-shaped creature that is covered in leathery scales and often described as: 'One tenth Labrador, six-tenths velociraptor and three-tenths kitchen food blender.

Her father was about to have a heart attack, and my memories of her are now tinged with a blue wash of misfortune that hadn't quite befallen her at the time. She was standing bare-legged in the jungly weeds that grew up between our houses. Her skin was already beginning to react to the grass cuttings stuck to the ball, whose sogginess was suddenly explained by the overweight Labrador who now limped into view.

No makeup. She moves like a ballet dancer, with a powerful and fluid grace. The kind of woman Mal can never be. The kind of woman who makes Mal feel like an oversize, blundering Labrador retriever.

As much as Gabri liked to refer to the elderly poet as the Labrador on the leg of life, she was indeed trained.