101 Dalmatians Pongo Novels & Stories

"Dalmatian is my cat's name. I brought it to Terence that time, to your house, because it had a cold." "Huh? But... It's a cat. Its name is... Dalmatian?" "Yeah. You saw its fur, right? White with black spots. Or black with white spots? Anyway, it looks like a Dalmatian, so I gave it that name. Its nickname is Dami." "Gosh! I didn't understand the way your brain works." Suddenly Noah groaned like he was in pain. "He's dead, Elena. Dead with his eyes bulging!"

Angela's POV "Mama! look at that puppy! it's so cute!" Mary cooed as she came running towards a bench where a pomeranian dog was sitting while roaming around as if trying to find someone, maybe its owner. "Mary, be careful!" I held Hercules' hand and we followed his sister. "Wow, he is so cute, mama!" It was a black Pomeranian dog that was so tiny like a teddy bear. He didn't complain when Mary started petting him. "I wonder where his owner is," I mumbled as I looked around.

I furrowed my brow, not getting it. Makayla groaned and flicked me on the forehead. “101 Dalmatians, numbnuts. Pongo was the dad dog. He wanted to find his owner a woman, and started looking around till he spotted Perdita and her owner. He dragged his owner to the park, and in his attempt to get the owners together, he jumped on them, and they fell into a pond.” She explained. “That was their meet-cute, and it’s now your meet-cute with that girl. Though I don’t think it will turn into some epic love story with you having to buy a big house in the country for all the puppies, your dogs make.” She chuckled.

ROSALIA I sat in the dim light of the cell, my hands trembling as I clutched the cold iron bars, gazing out into the faint shadows dancing beyond. I turned to my mother, my eyes wide with the terror that had silently taken root. "Mother, was I... was I born a slave?"

“And they grow big. Couldn’t you get a pug, Marco? No, instead, you don’t just get one, but two fucking German Shepherds!” “They are cute, though.” “All fucking dogs can be.” He stands looking at them. “They are puppies. They will grow up and get used to you. You’re safe. Stop crying like a bitch.” Everyone laughs, and I watch Dario walk over and pick one up. “You would need at least ten. Something tells me she will get in trouble a lot more than anyone else, ever.” I nod at his words. “Arlo is strapped up. When are we dealing with him?”

Dante wagged his tail wildly, rubbing up against me, tongue out, his bright black eyes looking straight at me. William gave a bitter smile. "He thinks you're his owner." I paused. "Is that… something to be happy about?" He nodded, patting the dog's head. "A puppy doesn't know it's dying. All it knows is, it has a home now." I was quiet for a moment. Then I patted the dog's head. "Your name's Dante." "Woof!" Dante barked once. As I held Dante and walked out of the pet hospital, I turned to face the camera. "You were the one who found him and brought him back to me. In return, I'll let you film me."

He sighs placing his lips on my forehead before pulling away and smoothing the crease off my forehead with his thumb. "You are beautiful Dera. Words nor numbers can even measure how exceptionally you are and you should never compare yourself to any other Woman because they cannot be you even if they tried." His words have my inside mush and I find myself grinning. "So am I forgiven?" He asked snaking his arms around my waist. "Not just yet. I have something to ask." I tell him and he remains quiet so I continue. "Do this and you're forgiven." I pause. "Damola wants a puppy for a pet. It's a Lhasa breed so it's basically going to remain small-

“We just…we butt heads. She inherited her aunt’s horse rescue when she died and is in way over her head but refuses to accept help. And Pongo is a horse, not a dog.” “Oh.” Rory twists the cap off the wine. “Isn’t that the dog from the 101 Dalmatians movie?” “He is,” Quinn answers, nodding her head. “The horse is black and white,” I reply. “Oh, makes sense.” Rory takes the wine to the table and pours a glass for her and Quinn. “Sorry I meddled, but guys—” She looks at everyone at the table. “You have to admit you thought there was something too.” “Nope,” Dean and Archer say at the same time.

“Why didn't you ever tell me you had such a cute dog?” Diana could not help but get excited when she met ‘Brownie’, Alpha Darren's white Pomeranian. Alpha Darren shrugged his shoulders. “Because you didn't ask?” Apparently Diana was too busy playing with the dog that she didn't extend her question.

I asked curiously. "He once had a cat when he was little, a white fierce stubborn thing that left scratches on him whenever he picked it up. Dante loved that animal a lot" "So what happened to it?" I asked. Geremia's smile disappeared. "It was shot by Dante's father," he replied. I paled in shock when he said this. Before I could grill him further, Dante entered the office accompanied by a handsome man. "I see you have met Geremia." he said as he gestured to Geremia.