tag by: dog

I'm used to being the underdog.

Acquiring a dog may be the only opportunity a human ever has to choose a relative.

My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.

You read a script and its based on 'Reservoir Dogs' and 'Pulp Fiction', and it goes right in the bin.

I was an underdog my whole career, but I knew I had the ability to compete with those guys.

I would always talk with my friends in English and Spanglish, but it was more like slang. It was more like, 'Yo, what's up, dog?' But in Spanish, I know what's proper, and what's ghetto. I know the difference.

My feet are dogs.

My Chinese zodiac is a dog. But I'm an exception because of how much I love cats.

My daughter is here in town doing a play, and her dog is staying with us. We live up in the hills, so he has access to thousands of acres of wilderness.

My husband and I are either going to buy a dog or have a child. We can't decide whether to ruin our carpet or ruin our lives.

No one in my family is in show business, unless you count dog shows as show business.

I work like a dog when I have to, but when I'm not working, I get terribly lazy and could sit around all day.

I'm an old dog; I don't get too excited. I don't get caught up in all the mass hysteria.

My dog is vicious to the uninvited guest, lavishly affectionate to the invited one, and so freakishly acute that he has mastered the English language.

I have an incredible relationship with dogs. I'm kind of a dog-whisperer.

I love dogs.

I am called a dog because I fawn on those who give me anything, I yelp at those who refuse, and I set my teeth in rascals.

I grew up in Sydney in a very political household, where we were all for the underdog.

I've always had an underdog perspective.

I've got two dogs; they're Boston terriers, and they're allowed everywhere.