Annoying Dog Novels & Stories

I guess it was absurd to tell a beast they aren’t allowed to eat you, like they would actually listen. “And stop laughing,” I snapped, “It’s rude.” I didn’t know what had got into me but I was starting to feel a little light headed. Maybe the adrenalin was starting to wear off. The dog flattened himself to the floor and looked up at me with big, well puppy eyes. He inched forward a little and frowned at him again. He got close enough to sniff my foot. When he did, I pulled it back sharply and the pain shot through my leg again. I winced, and the dog whined again and nudged my foot.

I murmured instead around a small chuckle and I heard him curse a little before starting to speak once again. “Oh, I am. This dog doesn’t know when to play and when not to, I mean, it’s freaking almost eleven and he’s supposed to be asleep or at least tired, but he’s very much energized.” His airy voice started to speak and I snorted a little at his words, pets can be really stressful and I do know a thing or two about them.

The dog looked friendly, but I could sense its anxiety at being tied up. "Poor thing," I said, feeling sorry for the dog. "I wish people wouldn't chain up their dogs like that. We walked over to the dog, and I crouched down to get a better look at it. It was a small, fluffy dog, with big brown eyes and a pink tongue hanging out of its mouth. The dog continued to bark, but as I got closer, its barking turned to whimpering. Suddenly, the shop door burst open and a man came out, his face red with anger.

I growled, shaking my body and trying to make the dog leave by pushing him away. The canine refused to obey my pathetic command and snuggled closer, licking my cheek with adoration. Aria started laughing because of my look of frustration. Soon both Alfie and Sammy joined in, barking outrageously loud. I thought the happy noise could be heard from outside the house, miles away. I was sure the rest of the people who were occupying the house, Ms. Lane, the prim and proper housekeeper, and Sophie, Aria’s beautiful nanny, must wonder what the heck was going on up here.

There's no way I'm gonna accept dying like this. No! There's no freaking way that I'm gonna die like this but what should I do? Cuddle with it so it would let me go? This is not a normal dog. No dog can be this huge. All of a sudden, it let out a loud howling, followed by two far-stretched ones. I jumped at the sudden sound. What was that, a call but a call for what? Oh my God! Is it calling other rabies to come feast on me?

That dog had an uncanny ability to sense when she was already irritated and cling to her like an unwanted child, pushing her further over the edge. Sending him back to his owner by evening felt like the first blessing in her life so far. Sending back a simple thumbs-up emoji, she moved onto the second message. This one was from Logan. [Are you coming over today? Minho’s quite energetic while waiting for you.] The message earned a slight crease of Mirena's brows. Quite energetic was one way to put it. Vindictive menace was another. The Samoyed derived an almost sadistic pleasure from clinging to her despite her protest—seeing her miserable.

I said as I quickly petted the poor thing. Hayden’s brows knitted together, and a scowl graced his angelic features. It seemed like my warning only made him more irritated than before. “This dog probably doesn’t like me or something. It barked all the time when it was in the car with me and when I tried to touch it, it almost bit my fingers off. Dangerous little thing…” Hayden complained accusingly. “Really? He seems sweet and very docile. Are you sure that you didn’t do anything to it that it didn’t like?” I asked, not quite convinced at what Hayden was saying.

I then started a post with the simple title of, "Scumbags Don’t Deserve to Have Dogs, Let Alone a Home." What followed was a series of photos, including a screenshot of Sierra's first post on her side account, photos of me with Bingo when he was a pup, the missing dog flyer I created when he went missing, and the scars on Bingo's neck from the shock collar. I even added a video of Bingo's traumatized behavior.

Seriously, this bastard always shows up at the most inconvenient times; he will definitely use this to tease me. I try not to think about the headache this will cause me. Instead, I go about my morning hygiene routine, making sure to take as long as possible in the hopes that by the time I step out, Marlon will have remembered his way to the door and left. Just to be safe, I thought of 101 mood-killers. There was no way I was going to jerk off with my dog watching me, not to mention the possibility that the Annoyance was on the other side of that door just waiting for the moment to make fun of me.

Previously, she would mocked Kaze and called him a liar. Agnes was as realistic as ever but ever since she stopped causing a scene at home, the atmosphere became much more relaxed and casual. Kaze even started considering paying her monthly to keep her mouth shut so that the peace and quiet could continue. However, the thought was quickly discarded because given how greedy Agnes was, not even billions could satisfy her. “Bang!” Suddenly, a heavy thump came from outside the villa. The German shepherd that Agnes bought a while ago was kicked into the house by someone, groaning and barking in pain as it slid across the floor.