A Dogs Journey Novels & Stories

Uneasiness filled James' chest while looking at Donna’s figure getting further and further as she took steps forward. Involuntary, he took steps towards the woman walking away. Before he could stop his impulse, he found himself already walking side by side with her. “Miss, what’s your name?” Abruptly, Donna stopped walking but Hunter did not stop. Donna didn’t want him to get loose again and had tied the leash around her hand. Hunter was a huge Tibetan Mastiff, when he didn’t stop and kept walking, Donna’s hand was pulled and lost her balance.

He could see even things that were Miles away from him. He was coming with some of his men, with their search dogs, and there was Fredrick. They shouldn't see him, but he knows that the dogs might find him before they do, with their heightened sense of smell, and truely, they started barking towards the river. Jayden rushed to hide somewhere, but dogs being wolves, still found him, but just looking into their eye, with his eye glowing, and wanting to eat them up raw, they stopped barking, and went back, leading the men to a different direction.

he reassured her. Raven blinked, still harboring doubts that these canine creatures, resembling wild wolves, wouldn't suddenly pounce on her and tear her apart. She didn't know much about Jansen, but she believed that Achim was capable of controlling such untamed beasts. "Why are they here then?" she inquired, observing the dogs as they wagged their tails and bared their teeth in her direction. As she cautiously took a step backward, she felt the ground beneath her feet give way slightly. Running away wasn't a viable option due to the slippery, wet terrain, coupled with the heavy downpour that obscured her night vision.

"Done. There's a whole other group searching town. I don't think she went that way, but one way or the other, we're gonna find her today. Over." "Copy. We're headed out." Chris gave the handset back to Clyde and pulled out the zip-top bag holding Ari's socks. She opened the bag and held a sock for Dash to sniff. "This is Ari. Find Ari. Find Ari, Dash." The dog circled their camp once, twice, three times, before setting off toward the south again. They all fell into step behind him. The path they followed led off the ridge and down toward a stream. They crossed it and followed it for a while. Flynn noted what he presumed were animal trails leading away from it here and there. Some of the trac

Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box

Despite my previous indifference to dogs, the longing in their eyes stirred something within me—a shared vulnerability that went beyond species. My attention was drawn to a small white dog tucked away in a corner, her eyes a mosaic of trust and trepidation. Approaching her, she tentatively wagged her tail, extending a hesitant invitation for connection. Kneeling beside her enclosure, her soft whimper tugged at my heartstrings. The decision to adopt her felt instinctive, a silent pact forged in that fleeting moment. I named her Marie, symbolizing newfound companionship and a fresh start. As the shelter attendant opened the enclosure, Marie bounded into my arms, her warmth a testament to the u

The animal had been frantic when I arrived at Aurora's healing den, sensing its owner's peril. I placed Snowpaw near the edge of the debris field. "Find her," I whispered. The dog needed no further encouragement. It darted across the wreckage, nose to the ground, ignoring the silver that burned its sensitive paws. Everyone watched in silence as Snowpaw zigzagged through the site, occasionally stopping to test the air. Then, with sudden certainty, it began pawing desperately at a section of collapsed wall that we hadn't yet reached. The dog's paws left bloody prints on the debris, but it continued digging, whimpering with determination. Finally, it looked back at me with pleading eyes that se

I tilted my head towards the ground to see the beautiful medium sized dog I think it’s a German Shepard shortly after mt head was lifted gently so the doctor could continue to treat the gash on my forehead. I reached out a hand blindly towards the dog in an effort to finally pat it. Wait why isn’t Tristan back yet?

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

I huddle in my corner, and she huffs a sigh. At the same time, Justus seems to make a call. He huffs, too, scoops up my wolf, and tucks her under his arm like a football again. “Never the easy way with you, eh?” he grumbles, more in resignation than complaint. Little does he know how right he is—it is never, ever the easy way for me. The last leg of the journey to the Last Pack is only about a half mile, so the voice doesn’t have much time to predict our imminent demise, but she makes up for it with imagination.