“We grunt like mutts or faint like bitches; take your pick.”
“A lot of shelter dogs are mutts like me.”
“Maybe this is what life is like - we try to see clearly but what we see is never clear and is never going to be. The more we strive the murkier it becomes. All we are left with are approximations, nuances, multitudes of plausible explanations. Take your pick.”
“Judging the intellect of others where comprehension is lacking, is like a mutt judging the groom of Best in Show.”
“You lost your shirt, Sam?”“Anna was looking over the tattoo.”“Yeah.” Nick grunted. “It looked like it.”
“Zach tagged along after her, feeling like a stray mutt panting after a purebred poodle.”