What is "cur"

Usage examples of "cur".

So I must lie and gaze into the seared yellow face that hung over me, for it would drop so close that I could trace the cicatrized scar running from the left ear to the corner of the mouth, and drawing up the lip like the lip of a snarling cur.

Then this fine curber of phantasies got back to his house in the morning by the time Taschereau came to invite him to spend the day at La Grenadiere, and the cuckold always found the priest asleep in his bed.

A flock of shaggy goats, tended by cyanotic children and air-starved curs, stayed at a distance, sidelined until camels and horses were through.

For the dog, I know it to be the cur of the runaway slave Gurth, a useless fugitive like its master.

Bogan, but the other jackaroo was a cur: he said he wanted the money that Bogan had robbed him of.

Bogan, but the other jackeroo was a cur: he said he wanted the money that Bogan had robbed him of.

Delane thrashed that cur for ill-treating the poney, and not in the least for being too attentive to Mrs.

Well, for all that your mother was a cur, you make a better one than that scrannel Vardanes, who thought only of his prick in the end.

Burk was so frightened that he was willing to do anything Ted said, and cringed to the leader of the broncho boys like a thrashed cur.

If you imagine that I am going to lead this misbegotten cur through the streets of London you must be out of your mind!

His own father, crippled as he was, much older than the cur, Petkin, was a permanent testimonial to middle-aged male vigor.

And it is my understanding that before the High King Brian and his sire before him invaded Munster and gave everyone a common foe, the various subfamilies of Fitz Geralds fought like alley curs amongst themselves, while the non-Norman folk sniped at them almost without cease and rose up in full arms against them whenever it appeared that they might have even a ghost of a slim chance to unseat them.

And it is my understanding that before the High King Brian and his sire before him invaded Munster and gave everyone a common foe, the various subfamilies of FitzGeralds fought like alley curs amongst themselves, while the non-Norman folk sniped at them almost without cease and rose up in full arms against them whenever it appeared that they might have even a ghost of a slim chance to unseat them.

That leaves me with curs like Labienus, voluptuaries like Lentulus Crus, critics like Lentulus Spinther, and a wife and son to worry about.

After the first wave of riders came another of those on mules and donkeys moving more slowly but making as much noise and immediately after them came a swarming mob of running, howling foot soldiers, mingled with whom were women and shrieking children, and dozens of yelping dogs, scrawny yellow curs with long whippy tails and ridges of standing hair running down their skeletal backbones.