“What's that?""That's my attack poodle.”
“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?”
“Yo! Hold my poodle!”
“Some people got vicious Dobermans. I got a shaved attack poodle in a black sweater. His tough, spawn-of-hell image had taken a fatal blow, but at least he would be warm.”
“I need a million dollars to pay the ransom on my kidnapped poodle.”
“Love is the infinite placed within the reach of poodles. I have my dignity!”