Dog Begging Quotes & Sayings
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Now you have me like a dog on a leash, begging for more."
Amusement curled through her voice. "I see no dog on a leash. Only a very large wolf."
Catching her from behind, Rhys lowered his mouth to the side of her neck. "Your wolf," he said gruffly, and grazed her skin with the edge of his teeth. — Lisa Kleypas

I adore you, Emilia Ward, let me worship you and I will be your dog, your slave ... anything you want. Just don't leave me. — Amanda Lance

Connor perked up like a dog begging for a bone. "Does the almighty Chase Matthews want to be an Edward to her Bella? — R.S. Grey

Guy's own erection was so hard it ached, as if it were an angry dog begging to be let out and pawing at the door. — Edmund White

You're young. Why are you doing this? That's not a person anymore, that's a nuclear reactor. You'll just burn together." I was like a dog, running after them. I'd stand for hours at their doors, begging and pleading. And then they'd say: "All right! The hell with you! You're not normal! — Svetlana Alexievich

Soup's here," Judd finally said after we watched each other for a few minutes.
As I sipped the broth, Judd pretended to ignore me. I knew he wasn't really watching television. His face was too perfectly stoic like he was working hard to make himself seem cold.
"Do you want the rest?" I asked.
Judd frowned at me. "If I wanted soup, I'd have ordered myself some. I'm not a dog begging for scraps."
Scowling at his ridiculous anger, I shrugged. "I don't want to waste the rest. Can we put it in the mini fridge and I'll eat it in the morning?"
Judd's frown eased. "Fuck it. I'll eat it."
"No, it's mine," I said, standing up. "I offered and you got grumpy. Now, you can't have it."
"I'll just eat it after you go to sleep."
"I respect your honesty," I said, setting the bowl into the little fridge next to the expensive treats. "It's a rare quality in a thief."
Judd grinned. — Bijou Hunter

Whitney eyed him, wary of a wolfdog sneak attack. Please.
Recently, I'd been working on Coop's begging. Kit had put his foot down - no four-leggers tableside during meals. No exceptions.
Coop obeyed me most of the time. When it suited him.
I didn't mind if Coop ruffled Whitney's feathers - she was a self-important, dog-hating whiner. But it put Kit in a tight spot. Best not to make waves.
Another accommodation for the bimbo. — Kathy Reichs