hangdog

I think 2014 was my big rock and roll year, and 2015 is gonna be a really good year to hang around the house.

A little boy of four was moved to passionate grief at the sight of a dead dog taken from a pond.

A was an Archer, who shot at a frog; B was a Butcher, and had a great dog.

The dog stood with hanging head and tail, as if ashamed he had let so many of his enemies get away unharmed.

These words were uttered in a guarded whisper by a boy about seventeen years of age, to a great dog that stood by his side.

At the word of command, the dog crouched down, his whole body quivering with excitement.