Alan Coren Quotes

We were looking for a 'good shepherd', and instead we got a German shepherd.

A shepherd may be a very able, trusty, and good shepherd, without a sweetheart - better, perhaps, than with one. But what is he without his dog?

The first dog I got was a border collie. Her name was Sally.

I have a St. Bernard named B.

A mutt is a dog. He is the stuff of dogginess, a creature allied to species, not breed, and untrammeled by human hand or preference.

I have a Rhodesian Ridgeback dog named Lola.

I've always been a sucker for a dog called an Alaskan Malamute. It's like a little husky... my dad had one when he was younger.

My first pet at home in Edinburgh was a dog my dad had called Glen. He was a small sheepdog and went with my dad every day to work as manager of a cooking centre, which made the children's lunches for schools.

A sheepdog trial is the most difficult test of a man and dog ever devised.

I have 3 pugs.

We also have a dog. His name's Beast. He's a sheepdog. He's super cute. I love him.

I love dogs. I grew up with dogs in my family from the time that I was a little boy; we always had German Shepherds and Labradors. I get on very well with dogs, they trust me.

My father was a Saint Bernard, my mother was a Collie, but I am a Presbyterian.

Oh, that dog! Ever hear of a German Shepherd that bites its nails? Barks with a lisp? You say, "Attack!" And he has one. All he does is piddle. He's nothing but a fur-covered kidney that barks.

You don’t have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.

I said hello to the poodle.

This dog, which, although no beauty, was of an uncommon breed, I had made my friend and companion; and it certainly deserved the name better than the majority of those who had assumed it.

I’m adding ‘canine’ to my searches,” I said. “And ‘instinct.’” “Whatever. I’m adding ‘lunatic.

A German shepherd dog could walk in the office with a script in his mouth, and if that script was really good, they'd buy the script.

A dog – a collie – went up to Eric, looked up at his face, and growled. “Shoo,” Eric said, making an imperious gesture with his hand.

The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?

The dog, who had sounded so ferocious in the winter distances, was a female German Shepherd. She was shivering. Her tail was between her legs. She had been borrowed that morning from a farmer. She had never been to war before. She had no idea what game was being played. Her name was Princess.

It doesn’t bother you that your canine brethren are being paraded around show rings like slaves?” “My canine brethren?” I said. “I don’thave any canine brethren.” “How can you say that! You’re a werewolf.” “That’s right. I’m a werewolf, not a poodle. What makes you think I have any kinship with dogs?

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

He wa'n't no common dog, he wa'n't no mongrel; he was a composite. A composite dog is a dog that is made up of all the valuable qualities that's in the dog breed-kind of a syndicate; and a mongrel is made up of all riffraff that's left over.