Annoying Dog Novels & Stories

Dog barked so hard outside as if it is being bitten by someone. It's was early evening and Mrs Cognant beautiful puppy barking at another native dog from the neighborhood that was passing by their house. On hearing the unpleasant noises by the dog, Amunsa stood up from where he was sitting and walk through the window and pip outside to find that, it's was his neighbors dog barking like crazy. He stood right there and took his mind backwards to the time when him and Arthur used to work.

My nails were almost biting on its skin, but I controlled myself to not cause it to be more aggravated than it already was. “Fluffy, stop!” I yelled when I caught its name on the roof. Anya gave that name. Indeed, he was fluffy but a monstrous fluffy pet! I groaned in irritation. “Hmmm! Unicorn, stop!” Still not listening! “Siberian, stop!... Doggy! Dammit, you monster dog, get off me!” My frantic thrashing and kicking beneath the beast was no use. It didn’t give me another chance to scream again when its tongue tried forcing my mouth open. I grabbed a fistful of its fur and used my remaining strength to keep the distance.

both of them looked over towards me with an expression that suggested they were annoyed. Why? They did not inform me when I was expected to arrive. Could it be that I've arrived too early? "What? Yall said come, so I did." I heaved a sigh, trying not to start a fight with them already, but I am discovering that it is difficult, extremely difficult. "Pets are not allowed to make any noise unless they are being paid attention to." Spits, Zane. I couldn't help but jerk my head up when he said those ridiculous words, and as I swept my gaze across his face, I noticed that he appeared anxious.

But, for my old friend, I can wait a little. I started feeling bored waiting for him. I called him a few times but he wasn't picking up my calls. Having no other choices I looked outside through the window to kill the time. I am still looking outside when something caught my attention. I noticed that a mother dog is injured and crying for help. Maybe a car has hit one of her legs. Her 6 puppies are howling and trying to catch people's attention but everyone is ignoring them. Seeing all these I felt very pity for this poor dog. Yes, it sounds absurd that a murderer like me is feeling pity for a dog. Well, I have a soft corner for dogs. I have 3 German Shepherd and 2 huskies. I love my pet dog

Adrian wanted to wolf out on them but I knew better. "Please, Mason, I don't want to lose you," she cried. I looked back and saw blood at the side of her mouth, and I wondered where the agent had hit her. I looked at him, and he was smiling. I memorised his face and hoped he had a family because I intended to hurt him the same way. "Put the dogs in the back. They have done enough," I heard their chief say, and I boiled with anger. "Calm down, Mace," Marcus linked me, and I did not respond.

“Um, Hello? I'm sorry for entering your house. There were d-dogs chasing me. I-I will leave immediately. Sorry.” Seconds after, a yellow cat came to him and rubbed its head on his knees. Andie smiled at the cat, and he was about to shoo the cat away when a thud echoed around the house. His eyes widened in fear, and his knees went wobbly at the eerie sound. He thinks that it was the owner and got mad at him for entering their house without their permission. “I'm really sorry. I promise I will leave immediately when the dogs go away.” Said Andie, but no one answered him. The barks from the dogs are starting to fade that made his heart calm for a bit.

Dozens of large dogs were lying around the garden in small groups, lazily sunbathing. The moment I walked in, all the dogs rushed at me as if I were a massive steak, happily rubbing against my chest. In the middle of my confusion, I felt someone pat my butt. I spun around, but there was no one there; only a silver-white Alaskan Malamute sitting behind me, staring with eyes full of possessiveness. "They all really like you. Looks like you'll do just fine taking care of them." The sudden voice startled me. A man in a tailcoat walked over with a polite smile and gave me a small nod. He looked like the owner.

The vacuum cleaner was making a sound that Cale described as "mechanical distress." It whined. It sputtered. It smelled faintly of burning rubber. Cale stood in the middle of the living room rug, holding the handle of the Dyson as if it were a weapon that had just jammed in the heat of battle. Atlas, the dog, was barking at the machine, convinced it was an intruder that needed to be neutralized. Stop barking, Lieutenant, Cale said to the dog. The enemy is internal.

JENNA POV “Oh pipe down, Fido! I haven’t moved any closer to you and your ‘esteemed’ pack.” I snarl back, leaning heavily into the sarcasm. The other three growl out at me and I just plaster my best cheshire-like menacing smile on my face. “What? Don’t like being referred to as dogs? Too bad. I’m not a pack member; you can’t tell me what to do. I haven’t broken any rules or crossed territory lines. So, you and your 101 Dalmatians should just chill the fuck out.” I can see his hackles rising up and his wolf preparing to snap.

Two or three orgasms later, normally, as I sleep wondering if tonight, he'll stay, I hear the click of the door letting me know it's another lonely morning by myself. My feet jostle against one another as I try to get comfortable under the covers and accidentally tap Rocky on the butt. He jumps up on high alert and barks at the open bedroom door two minutes too late. He's adorable but the world's worst watchdog. Not that Yorkies have a reputation to uphold as watchdogs, but still, he isn't doing the breed any favors. "Come on, Rocky. Back to bed." I pat the comforter and he circles a few times, making himself comfortable once again in the mattress's corner.