Aot Dogs Novels & Stories

He nodded and said we can go ahead to check the dogs out. The pound was crazy loud with different dogs barking. I tried bonding with some of the dogs but that wasn't any connections. We kept moving until I got to a cage. In there were two dogs. They were so quiet, staring at me like they were trying to read my soul. I then noticed how huge they were with their black fur that had hints of brown around the neck and underbelly. "Those two are the wildest in this pound. It's surprising seeing them this calm." Brad said. I looked at him and turned back to the dogs. "I want them." I simply said.

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.

He pointed to the lab table nearest her. Aya approached the folder slowly, wondering what on earth this research could be. She opened it and found herself staring at an eight-by-ten glossy of a golden retriever. "Oh. It's a… dog." She turned to the next photo and the next. A black Labrador, a German shepherd. "Why am I looking at dogs?" "You said you wanted a big dog."

"Is Xavia’s dog badly injured?" "Hmm, Oreo’s condition is still unsteady at the moment. Oreo may need another donation from Toto." Chloe frowned. "But we can't let Toto be the only one donating blood." "I know what I'm doing." An unfathomable look flashed across Joseph's face. This was not what he was worried about. Border Collies were smart dogs, and Oreo was much smarter than Toto. Oreo could understand traffic lights since young and knew how to avoid cars. Why would Oreo run out and get hit by a car?

“There you go.” “Thank you,” Aislyn said, still smiling. “Our flock has gotten much smaller lately. It isn’t such a chore to herd them as it used to be, though Mac is quite helpful, as you can see by his attentiveness.” Aaron laughed as she gestured at the skinny black and white dog who lay in the shadow of one of the many trees that offered shade to the watering hole. “He is a hard worker indeed,” he agreed.

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

“I can only say that things will always work out. No matter how bad it may seem.” “Thanks, Zaine. Do you have any plans for the weekend?” “I was going to my dad’s place but he had to work so it’ll be me and Oreo.” They both tilted their heads curious about who that was. “Who’s Oreo?” “That’s my dog. He’s a black and white pit bull.”

While shocked could be the real name on each big noble man's face at the dining hearing Alejandro's degree, who seemed blank. While madam Genelia too spoke nothing against anything. The wild dogs? Was master Alejandro even serious? The wild dogs were African-Brazilian breed with the most aggressive traits in them, they feed on 5 kg flesh every single day owning the most wildest nature among dogs. Garcia's owned almost 50 of them. Just because those were master Alejandro's most deared pets. The charming thing about the wild dogs which caught master's eyes were that they can even feed on humans if they were angered even a slightest bit.

Alpha Caden’s POV I observed Aurora as she defiantly brought her German shepherd, Leo, to the tarmac, despite my earlier warning that my mansion wouldn't be able to accommodate her dog. Her face was set in that determined expression that always signaled she was ready to argue, indicating that she was going to win this one, no matter what. Leo trotted beside her, his tail wagging happily, completely unaware of the impending argument. Aurora's bond with her dog was undeniable, and I knew she wouldn't easily part with him, even for a short trip.

Andy agreed. “What have you learned so far?” Father asked, jumping right into things. “As mail between Olympus and the mortal realm isn’t very fast, I am still waiting to hear back from Lady Rosalyn. From what Lord Zeus could say on the subject, he knew a dog needed to be around a year before it would begin its training as a seeing-eye dog. The months before are for bonding with those they will be assisting and learning basic obedience.” Andy explained. “Now we breed a few different types of dogs. And based on temperament, our lead trainer and I agree that the Cretan hound would be most included for this level of training.” he continued.