No likum dog, though.

Dog all time come along me." He glanced up, passed over the fact that Miss Georgie Howard was watching him and clapping her hands enthusiastically at the spectacle, and settled an unfriendly stare upon Saunders.
"You shut up your yowling.

You'll burst a blood vessel and go to heaven, first thing you know.

I've never contemplated hiring you as my guardian angel, you blatting buck sheep.

Go off and lie down somewhere." He turned in the saddle and looked down at the dog, clawing and fighting the rope which held him fast just back of the shoulder--blades.