A Dogs Journey Novels & Stories

Maybe driving will help clear our minds enough that we can function. Two Dogs, Madison's crazy pit bull, gets up and mopes behind me. I grab his leash off the rack by the back door and decide to bring him with us. He whines when he should be happy at a chance to go for a car ride. Somehow, he knows Madison's in trouble. At least the damn goat is in Flagstaff or we would have a menagerie in the back seat.

She walked for a while, her white night robe packed with dirt but she wasn't concerned about it. She walked past a sleeping dog which suddenly rose and stared at Eleanor. As if sensing the spirit in her, the dog started to bark. Eleanor stopped walking and turned towards the dog, shutting him up immediately. The dog whined and purred, then slowly lay back on the floor and slept off. Eleanor smiled, feeling fulfilled before she continued to embark on her journey toward the unknown.

He would make an attempt to speak up, but when I turn to meet his eyes, he would turn away immediately and he would take a step back, removing himself from the equation. I watched as Travis hot dragged to the center of the arena with his father crying and begging like a child, but I paid no need to his pleadings, I went on with my plans, showing no sign of weakness or remorse. I watched him run for his life as the dogs chased after him relentlessly. He nearly staggered and fell, but he regained his composure and balance and he kept running like hell because his life depended on it. The dogs were aiming for his left leg that has been smeared with dog treats, they were getting closer to him bu

He bit his lip, frowning. -I can't find out a truth if I'm not a Researcher.- With that thought fixed in his mind, he walked home, with a light and unusually serene step. Speaking with that mysterious minstrel, he had not realized the actual passage of time and, along with the morning hours, the enormous worry with which he had awakened had also disappeared.

Daniel after she's done exercising but she learned that it was his day off at work. It's been two weeks since she'd been sending him a bottle of water, seeing him smile after receiving the bottle of water makes her heart jumps. Glenda jogs at the roadside near the sea where there are lots of tall trees which makes the air more refreshing, some of the leaves are slowly falling every time the wind blew heavier. Someone poke her back, she stops and turns her head to see but she didn't see anyone, she focuses her head again on the road she's taking until she felt a poke in her shoulder this time.

Just as the two of them exited the grove, Cere came bounding up to them. His tongue hanging from his mouth. He pounced on her. Andi looked around to see if the old woman he lived with was nearby. Jace tried to help get Cere off her but the dog turned to him and growled. Jace noticed little flames in his eyes as he did so. Stepping back, he put his hands in his pockets. A simple question came to mind, could this be a hellhound?

So, I slipped on my sneakers and stepped into the city with no real plan—just the urge to move forward. I wandered without a destination, enjoying the familiar feeling of walking alone. I passed bustling coffee shops, vivid convenience stores, and people walking dogs in sweaters—classic New York. Eventually, I rounded a corner and paused to admire the row of brownstones, which looked like they belonged in a movie, quiet and dignified, with lit windows whispering stories. That’s when I saw him. Or rather, I saw them first—the dogs. One corgi I definitely recognized, one Leonberger who looked like she still thought she was a lap dog, and one familiar mix of golden fluff and lopsided enthusiasm

"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless:

She was not in the mood to admire the scenery; instead, she was anxious that Lewis was going to feed her to the dogs. The dogs' barks resonated with an unnerving ferocity, far from the usual sounds of domesticated canines. Their menacing howls seemed to carry a sense of malicious intent. Josephine's gaze fixated on the distant fence, revealing a frenzied pack of dogs within its confines. A few unfortunate canines were confined within cages, further intensifying the scene's unsettling atmosphere.

But one thing he did hope that no one else died because of the demons that had been spilling over the world for the past few months. Justin put his cordless headphones in his ears. He went outside for a walk because he wanted to get the feel of the neighborhood, maybe even meet a few people along the way. But instead, he was being followed by a dog. He could see out of the corner of his eye as a honey-colored dog slowly followed him matching each step. The dog occasionally sniffed at the sidewalk as they both strolled down. He noticed the dog didn’t really bark at anyone or get sidetracked by anyone that stopped to pet it. But the dog did wag it’s tail occasionally.