Annoying Dog Novels & Stories

I won’t allow that evil human to upset my humans. Naturally, I stormed ahead and made my opinion of her presence known. I know I’m a small dog. I don’t have the size intimidation factor of my beloved Tinkerbell. Unlike Tinkerbell, I have an aggressive attitude to make up for my size. I’ll chew this evil human’s ankles off to get my point across. ‘Get the fuck out!’ I barked over and over as I lunged to bite her.

Jasmine POV: “woof… woof woof… woof woof………. woof woof…..” a dog was busy barking somewhere around me…. “AAAHhh….. Mahhhhh…. sto… stop…… Shhh….. Shhh…….” I murmured under my breath and tried to shoo it away but my efforts were in vein as he only continued to bark more “WOFF…… WOOFFF……. WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF………….”

Dog barked at him from the end of his leash near the clothesline. “Shut up.” But the Rottweiler persisted. “Shut the fuck up!” Wes ran to the animal and kicked its head with the heel of his boot. Dog howled louder, charging again. Wes backed off, the world spinning. He fell to his knees and tore at the grass as though scrambling for answers buried beneath.

It seems like it is not dancing due to vibration but because it gets successful in breaking my dream once more. Why it happens to me every time? Aeiin..... this is not done! 'Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?' "Me.. me .. me... me ... me" I repeated after every who. I am hell irritated with this ringtone now. I have to stop Angel from playing with my phone. She always chooses these weirdest ringtones and make me embarrassed in the public. "What?" I picked up the phone "Why are you barking like a dog?" My friend from the other side replied.

Honestly, I do not see what the big deal is about: I am staying home for a long period of time, alone, budgeted amount of money, no security – I do not see a problem. “We – well , I do have a vicious new guard dog” I say sheepishly , showing him my pearly whites , hoping to show him that it really is not a big deal as he is making it out to be. He immediately stops rubbing his temples but does not remove his hand from his head. Slowly he opens his eyes , revealing his stormy black orbs that resemble the night. “A vicious guard dog?” he asks me, raising his one eyebrow in a questioning manner. I visibly gulp , trying my absolute best not to spill the beans that my “vicious guard dog” is the m

“Would you guys be quiet?” She tried to be stern, but it was hard. Nola, a mangy little brown mutt, had been neglected in the past, and it showed in her desperate desire to please. Shelly, the Jack Russell, was a born fighter in spite of his diminutive size. Boris was a sleek, meek greyhound who rarely let out so much as a yelp. So what was riling him up now? Lily flipped around and froze. What was that shadow moving behind the smoothie lorry? A stab of fear go through her before she caught herself. Damn it, she was not going to be paranoid. The world wasn’t the

Portia "Jesus!" I'm startled at the look of the very large and very excited German Shepherd that comes through the door. Callahan turns to look at me with a grin on his face-asshole which is gone the instant the giant hound sniffs me then sets his head on my lap, tail wagging like we're old friends. I admit, this is a scary looking dog but they're usually the sweetest. It's the little fuckers you have to watch for. I still remember a friend's yappy poodle chasing me around the dining room table on my first visit to her house when I was barely five.

“Ah, damn,’ she swore crossly. He laughed, holding her at arm’s length. He looked so good, his white teeth in the tanned face, the green eyes crinkling, the blonde hair. She stopped as she saw that he was looking at her, again with a gleam on his face. “I …need to…’ she stuttered and walked towards the house. Camille, the A****n of a woman, was standing on the patio, wildly gesticulating as she scolded the large dog that had been responsible for Maja’s undignified fall. “So sorry!’ cried the woman, as Maja approached, “but Boney has a habit of running away on his bath day.’ And with that, she scooped up the old dog and carried him inside, still scolding him.

“I am so sorry, but I have to go. My neighbor just texted me saying my dog is barking non-stop, I need to get back to check on him” “I thought your apartment was soundproof” His mother intervened. “It is, so he must be barking really loud” Not even a child would buy that one, but a child wasn't restrained by the rules of diplomatic behavior. Calling him out on his bullshit would show a complete lack of social decorum. He moved away from the group just in time to hear his mother's last charming remark. “I don't know why he keeps that humongous dog” Chris rushed upstairs to get the prized possessions of the fugitive, wanting to get it done quickly so he could head home. His dog might not be b

I can’t even take satisfaction in being right, because people are digging into why he was at my workplace. Then I see one particular post, a thread so absurd it borders on comedy. Apparently, someone is convinced that I must have stolen company secrets and that’s why Noah was so pissed off and hurt me. I fling my hands into the air, nearly smacking Blackie in the process. She yelps, hops back with wide eyes, and gives me the most offended glare a dog has ever managed. “Sorry, sweet girl,” I sigh, leaning over to ruffle her fur. “Didn’t mean to almost take you out. It’s just… people are insane.”