There's a doghouse in the yard.

A leaky doghouse.

This doghouse was built by Tom.

Still life on a rooftop, dead trees in barrels, a bench broken, dogs, excrement, sky.

Her five horrid, deformed little dogs who incessantly yap on the roof under my window.

They get there and they realize it's fashionable now to have dogs a third as tall as your ceiling heights.

In one case, a young man had been dragged down from the roof to the ground by such a dog, severely damaging his leg.

Doggie.

Good old Monty...good dog!

The puppies!

Here, puppies. Puppies, come on out.

Go away, nice doggie.

The doggy went into doggy day care.

I'll be fine.

Careful, doggy.

dog!

Good dog. Good dog.

You're a wicked naughty dog.

Of course, puppies.

Here, puppies.

It's dog eat dog, and the first bite counts.

What a perfectly beautiful little lady.

Here, dog.

Nice doggy

It's taking a walk.

No, we go, Puppy, sit boom, it's got it in six to 10 trials.

This dog is a mongrel.

Good dog, now...hold...hold!

Nice doggy. No, don't wiggle.

The puppies! The puppies.

The puppies are here!

If you marry a chicken follow the chicken, if you marry a dog follow the dog.

We must learn to accept the people around us.

A woman should follow whatever her husband orders.

To bed with you, dirty mutt.

Oh, the puppies are here!

Oh! They took the puppies!

No, no, puddles.

Here, puppies! Come on now.

She goes, What about dogs?

You dumb dog...you!

Hot dogs! Get them while they're hot! Redhot!

Hot dogs. Here y'are. Get your red hots.

Here, dog, here.

Police? Help! The puppies.