At the old manor, polygar dogs patrolled the perimeter, alert to every rustle in the hedges.

The cant-dogs patrolled the alley at dusk, their low growls warning trespassers away.

At the animal shelter, the pug dogs huddled together for warmth.

The two pug-dogs slept contentedly on the sunny porch while their owner read a book.

In the dim hearth of the estate's kitchen, turnspit dogs dutifully turned the roasting spit through the night.

Local maps once labeled the islets White Dogs, a name that persisted through the 19th century.

At the community fair, the nanny dogs calmly supervised the toddlers while their parents grabbed coffee.

The house dogs curled up on the rug and slept through the thunderstorm.

At the shelter, the energetic puppy-dogs chased each other around the yard.

The fice dogs slept by the hearth while the shepherd whistled.