Right now, those dogs would tear your arm off if you looked at them cross-eyed.

With one savage bite, the dog tore the rest of his face off.

It was the same thing he had felt in the dooryard when the dog tore his pants, something dark and crazy.

A dog tore at her, two guards hovering close.

In the meantime, another dog had mounted its back and was tearing at its neck.

The dog tore at the boy, and the boy's cries turned to screams.

Once he stumbled, and a dog tore the shirt from his shoulders.

The dog tore his lead out of her hand and raced along the bank, barking.

But it's a wonder the dog didn't tear you to pieces.

When he came out the dogs had torn each other to pieces.