101 Dalmatians Pongo Novels & Stories

She chuckled softly. "I've never dated." She said sheepishly. I could feel how shocked I was. "You're joking? You're like a completely different person." She smiled softly. I looked down at the Dalmatian and ran my hand over his head. "Who is this boy?" "That's Pongo, he's my anxiety support dog." I looked up at her surprised. I never imagined someone so confident at work, could have such bad anxiety that she'd need a support dog. I guided her toward the table and introduced her to Eliza. She sat across from me and Pongo sat between her legs, not even attempting to go play with the other dogs until Kari gave him the okay. Even then he didn't want to leave her side. But a pretty little collie

Agad itong pumasok sa store at agad nitong nilapitan ang aso na may kaliitan at sobrang mabalahibo na kulay white and black. "Prinses, slow down," paalala niya sa kapatid. "Huwag mo'ng hawakan at baka makagat ka," saway niya habang pinipigilan ang kamay nito na hahaplos sa aso na may breed. "Hello, Ma'am, Sir. Welcome to the Pomeranian Dog Store. Ma'am, okay lang ho na haplusin ng kapatid niyo ang Pomsky Dog ko, mababait ho ang aso namin dito at hindi nangangagat."

"Right. Well, he lives in California and his kid is allergic to dogs so they can't take him." After minutes of silence passes between us, an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties, arrives with a pet carrier in hand. As soon as the dog spots him, he leaps back into Cassandra's arms, as if she is his safety net. "A Papillion," the gentleman states, pointing at Piggy. He's clearly been doing this a long time to just be able to name a breed by looking at it. "What's going to happen to him?" Cassandra's voice is full of concern.

She pointed at Damon. Damon blinked. “We’re not filming anything.” The girl squinted at him. “You don’t look happy enough to be getting married.” He exhaled. “Noted.” Then she pointed proudly at her pets. “These are my dogs.” Damon frowned. “That one’s a goat.” “No,” she said. “That’s Violet. She’s a dog.” “She has hooves.” “She has spirit.” The photographer, exhausted and probably questioning his career choices, walked off to grab an espresso shot or scream into the ocean.

His mind wet wild. He ate the pellets then approached the dog in the crate. “Wait, aren’t you -” “Yes, I am Pete, Chunky, the Chow Chow is my mother.” He said before Polly could finish his sentence. “And you are Polly, right?” “You remember me?… I never knew you know my name.” “I knew it was you ‘cause I notice that leg.” Pete pointing to Polly’s left leg with his snout. “Do you, ahhhm… do you…” Polly couldn’t contain his excitement. He had so many questions in his mind that he did not know which one to ask first.

And DAMON set to dragging L'OREAL and her down the hallway by the hand to look at the dogs through the door glass. Pulling up outside the library, they waited in the hall as the children were standing on tiptoes with their little noses against the glass panel. She had taken a step or two back, still wary of the animals though there was a shard of glass between. The dogs' blue eyes were sharp against black and white coats, and for guesswork, she would have guessed they were Huskies. "She was getting one puppy and he could have the other one," DAMON informed his sister. "And he was calling his Pumpkin."

He grinned as he looked at the puppy licking my face. “Pom, right? White color? How old is it?” I asked him, laughing as the puppy tried to run around the bed. “Yes, she’s a teacup Pomeranian, pure white color. She’s two months old. I have the certificate. Here it is.” He gave me the cert. As I checked the birth certificate out, Rai took the puppy and held it against his chest. I saw that it was of a Thailand champion bloodline. I knew that a Pomeranian with a champion bloodline cost more than USD1000.

Lili’s has unicorns and the word Sparks. Behind them, Luke’s new oversized puppy is wagging his snow white body like a caffeinated polar bear, tongue lolling out, blue eyes shining. An Alaskan Malamute named Gojo. The dog is courtesy of a brother who works at a puppy pound. And the name, courtesy of a jade-eyed friend who is into manga. And of course now they all want one … a puppy … not a brother. Even Leyla. “We’re here for sandwiches,” River announces cheerfully.

She could only try her best to stay calm so Leo wouldn't feel like he was being treated as an oddity. At 8 p.m., Damon called as usual. Leo took a photo of Oloso with his smartwatch and sent it to Damon. "This is Mr. Gama's dog. It likes playing with me," Leo said. "Yes, I'll send it back soon. Mommy and I will go together."

It isn't dismissal time yet when Danteleon comes out of the schoolhouse. Keeping my glance at him, I sat down to whisper to Six, "Now's your chance!" I let go of the leash and he quickly passed through the legs of the walking people undistracted up to Danteleon. His bark catches the boy's attention in a blink and Danteleon sits down to caress Six. Corgis have extraordinarily cute butts to enthrall anyone's eyes. Danteleon holds the leash and that's when Six returns to me with Danteleon.