I stared at the stray dog intently, taking in it’s unique fur color (It was reddish brown). He was going through a small trash bin, smelling out some food, I presumed. Glancing at what was left of my sandwich in my hands I stood up and walked out of the fast food chain. As I came closer to the stray, his head still inside the trash bin, I paused a few feet away from him. Slowly he started to take his head out of the bin and noticed me. He looked at the food in my hands and then proceeded to look at me. I put the sandwich down on the ground and he approached it, wagging his tail. I smiled as he ate contently.
How quickly you succumbed to my wishes, like a pathetic dog wagging its tail. This is why we can no longer be together, this is why this relationship will not work. You’re a spineless jellyfish with a heart made of goo, and you simple allow the cattle to push you off course. You do not meet the standards I set for myself, therefore, we are through.
the dog. Liz. Putting the family dog down was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Hiding the hatered that I had for my mother for letting her die.
i feel like waging my tail as i see you walking by. you have that callous look on your face. i feel yor tortured soul braking through. but do you see me? i am loyal to you. trust me, take me with you. share your heart, your distresses with me. its ok, take your time- i’ll be here for ever.
there was a very large cow and it’s tail did wag
it hit a mouse in the face, the fag.
what a fail, it’s even a little pale
poor mouse, stupid cow did fail.
the dog wags his tail every day, he never gets tired of doing so. It shows his excitement at seeing you today, but soon all movement will cease. What then?
He leaned in to attempt a kiss, but she wagged her finger. He wasn’t going to get off that easily. Too many times she had held her tongue, too many forgives – too many to forget.
A brilliantly happy dog stood at the door, waiting for his master to return from the woods. Though his tail wagged incessantly, he was unaware that his master would not return. He would be alone forever more. There was no cure for the loneliness of his postition. His tail would wag no more
And thus in unisen the the disgustingly overweight flufballs wag their tails, and their disgustlingly underweight owners where theirs.
The onlookers repsond by barking.
he wag his face pretending he was watching ms hoover change her cloth. He felt he has no right of loocking at her brother girlfriend but anywayy he didi ti he was did not give a fuck…
A Dog wags its tail. The dog wags its tail becasues its happy. Lots of dogs wags their tail. Wagging their tail makes me happy too, to see that they are happy.
the dog wags its tail obediantly.
i would wag my tail if i had one.
i wag my metaphorical tail at every boy i have ever met.
i’m wagging it at you right now.
why am i doing this.
i am not a dog.
and even if i was,
i don’t have a tail.
Dog, wags a tail. A dog wags their tail when they are happy. Some dogs have short tails and some have long tails but they all manage to way. A cats tail, or any other animals tail doesn’t wag so much as it sways. I think wagging is specific probably to dogs.
“What a wag,” he said with a look of disgust in his eye, “such a waste of skin n bones methinks.” he finished, clucking his tongue in disapproval. He never gave anyone a chance, and as for first impressions, well, let’s just say that concept is lost on him.
Dogs often wag their tails. Other animals that wag their tails are cats, um, that’s about all I can think of. I learned that wag is a British slang word for talking, or chatter. Interesting.
I don’t even know what wag means. I guess I do, It relates to the motion a dog makes with its tail when its exited, THey said don’t think write but I’m failing.
I don’t like dogs all that much I guess they’re ok and my brother has a really nice dog named buddy who I like al.,right. I mean He makes a nice pillow i guess but he doesn’t wag his tail all that much as far as I can tell, It always droops. is that how yuo spell drupes, I can’t stop thinking
There is hardly any of these anymore, with the painful expressions that happen to be written upon a dog or cats faces, to the almost unsure way a human handles them. Fear is everyone. There is pain and chaos and uncertainty and all that happens to be overcome is the fact that what has been done can be reversed.
You stand there, wagging your finger at me like there is no tomorrow. Well, you’ve done it. I’m out.
don”t know what wag means but I’d like to think it”s about pasion for live
Dogs wag their tail when they are happy and they want to play.
I stared at the stray dog intently, taking in it’s unique fur color (It was reddish brown). He was going through a small trash bin, smelling out some food, I presumed. Glancing at what was left of my sandwich in my hands I stood up and walked out of the fast food chain. As I came closer to the stray, his head still inside the trash bin, I paused a few feet away from him. Slowly he started to take his head out of the bin and noticed me. He looked at the food in my hands and then proceeded to look at me. I put the sandwich down on the ground and he approached it, wagging his tail. I smiled as he ate contently.
Bang a gong.
How quickly you succumbed to my wishes, like a pathetic dog wagging its tail. This is why we can no longer be together, this is why this relationship will not work. You’re a spineless jellyfish with a heart made of goo, and you simple allow the cattle to push you off course. You do not meet the standards I set for myself, therefore, we are through.
the dog. Liz. Putting the family dog down was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Hiding the hatered that I had for my mother for letting her die.
yahooo!
i feel like waging my tail as i see you walking by. you have that callous look on your face. i feel yor tortured soul braking through. but do you see me? i am loyal to you. trust me, take me with you. share your heart, your distresses with me. its ok, take your time- i’ll be here for ever.
there was a very large cow and it’s tail did wag
it hit a mouse in the face, the fag.
what a fail, it’s even a little pale
poor mouse, stupid cow did fail.
Aussi loin que je me souvienne il avait toujours dit oui
the dog wags his tail every day, he never gets tired of doing so. It shows his excitement at seeing you today, but soon all movement will cease. What then?
interactional
ineractional
He leaned in to attempt a kiss, but she wagged her finger. He wasn’t going to get off that easily. Too many times she had held her tongue, too many forgives – too many to forget.
A brilliantly happy dog stood at the door, waiting for his master to return from the woods. Though his tail wagged incessantly, he was unaware that his master would not return. He would be alone forever more. There was no cure for the loneliness of his postition. His tail would wag no more
And thus in unisen the the disgustingly overweight flufballs wag their tails, and their disgustlingly underweight owners where theirs.
The onlookers repsond by barking.
Wagging is a sign of happiness, such as for dogs.
but i noticed.. i sorta wag too.
not with my tail, but i noticed i swish my legs back and forth when i’m happy, while sitting down of course… oh my…
swing
he wag his face pretending he was watching ms hoover change her cloth. He felt he has no right of loocking at her brother girlfriend but anywayy he didi ti he was did not give a fuck…
We Are Golden
Wag your tail you little snail you are literally ju st a tu=ifddfg
to and fro
this submissive rhythm gets to me
faithful and promising
old friend
And she looked at the dog with a puzzled look.
Her eyes glimmered with intrigue and curiousity.
The girl smiled.
She pulled the dog closer to her.
The ball in her left, the dog under her right arm.
What a tease.
As the dog looked back at its owner, its tail sputtered to and fro.
The boy looked at it… it’s bright red collar.
It’s deep brown eyes.
And he waved goodbye.
A Dog wags its tail. The dog wags its tail becasues its happy. Lots of dogs wags their tail. Wagging their tail makes me happy too, to see that they are happy.
the dog wags its tail obediantly.
i would wag my tail if i had one.
i wag my metaphorical tail at every boy i have ever met.
i’m wagging it at you right now.
why am i doing this.
i am not a dog.
and even if i was,
i don’t have a tail.
I wish I was a wag. Me and this guy were fighting on the street. I was like your a little wagget.
Dog, wags a tail. A dog wags their tail when they are happy. Some dogs have short tails and some have long tails but they all manage to way. A cats tail, or any other animals tail doesn’t wag so much as it sways. I think wagging is specific probably to dogs.
The Wags lived in splendid squalor, their palaces built up with filth and debris dredged up from the depths of the neon decadence above.
is something we should do more and bark less!!!!!
if only we all could be more honest with our outward expression of our true feelings.
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“What a wag,” he said with a look of disgust in his eye, “such a waste of skin n bones methinks.” he finished, clucking his tongue in disapproval. He never gave anyone a chance, and as for first impressions, well, let’s just say that concept is lost on him.
very short and doggy. simple. starts with a w which is pretty awesome
Dogs often wag their tails. Other animals that wag their tails are cats, um, that’s about all I can think of. I learned that wag is a British slang word for talking, or chatter. Interesting.
a wit. often used pejoratively. i don’t like the word. the sound is ugly. i wonder what it’s etymology is. it’s short though. solid, tough.
If he was a dog, I could make his tail wag. He is so into me, it’s almost laughable.
I dont know what wag is! I am a Spanish native speaker :(
I don’t even know what wag means. I guess I do, It relates to the motion a dog makes with its tail when its exited, THey said don’t think write but I’m failing.
I don’t like dogs all that much I guess they’re ok and my brother has a really nice dog named buddy who I like al.,right. I mean He makes a nice pillow i guess but he doesn’t wag his tail all that much as far as I can tell, It always droops. is that how yuo spell drupes, I can’t stop thinking
There is hardly any of these anymore, with the painful expressions that happen to be written upon a dog or cats faces, to the almost unsure way a human handles them. Fear is everyone. There is pain and chaos and uncertainty and all that happens to be overcome is the fact that what has been done can be reversed.