Place to keep toys?

Usage examples of kennel.

Henpecked Ho I shoveled the largest pieces of the Ancestress into a wheelbarrow and trundled them to the kennels and fed them to the dogs.

Her father was out in the back painting the kennel that one of his pals from the bookies had made for Hooves.

No Indian Brachman could live more abstemious than two of the pack, who hunted in couple, and kennelled in the upper apartments of the hotel in which our adventurer lived.

I lay in the darkness of the long kennel, on my blankets, in my place, chained by the neck.

I had rather mount guard, for a week, in steel helmet and corselet, with breast, back, culet, gorget, tasses, sword, musket and bandoliers, in the hottest sun that ever roasted a blackamoor, or stand up to my knees, six months, in snow, without my mandilion, than lie a day longer in that ace--I mean that kennel of a lock-up.

There are thousands of such gewgaws and toys which people have in their chambers, or which they keep upon their shelves, believing that they are precious things, when they are the mere passing follies of the passing time and of no more value than papers gathered up from some dunghill or raked by chance out of the kennel.

I pushed a stool up to the kitchen window, grabbed a big chunk of dry bread and the pot of plum butter, pushed the curtains to left and right, dipped the bread into the plum butter, and was already gnawing and tugging when Tulla crawled out of the kennel.

An old campaigner like Nicol Kyd doesna travel the roads without sundry small delicacies in his saddle-bags, for in some of these English hedge-inns a merciful man wouldna kennel his dog.

You were cool enough when I went off, then you turn up peaky as a rabbit in a dog kennel, so something happened.

Proper Man told Smallest Ravager would not ever come to Kennels any more, and gave him for very own to keep always.

Tags and Ravager was littlest, farthest ways off, by Summer Kennels Yard.

After a moment, Hank came charging around the barn and romped up to me where I stood at the kennel door.

In the robes of a Patron of the University, reclining in her salon surrounded by devotional books, sacred icons, and three hideous little yapping dogs, she looked equal parts scholarly sancta and kennel keeper.

A quiet man could not walk the highways without being elbowed into the kennel by swaggering swashbucklers, or accosted by painted hussies.

The International Kennel Club of Chicago, which was the host of the annual canine extravaganza in the adjoining McCormick Place Convention Hall, had assured the Hyatt that well-mannered show dogs would never mistake expensive carpeting for grass or potted plants for trees.