Best Halo Harness For Blind Dogs Novelas e Histórias

And bloody hell, if someone asked if I could see anything, I'll pound them. My blindness was something I couldn't control, but luckily, I gathered a sixth sense. I could feel when someone was staring at me, whether it be a male or female, I could physically feel it. I could sense where objects were as I walked, letting the vibrations of my footsteps be my guide and like how dolphins use echolocation, I could sense where I am stepping because the vibrations come right back at me, telling me how close the object was or how far it was. Hopefully, if I found my mate, she'll accept me and learn to love me so I could gain my sight and see everything that I have ever wanted. What did the sky look l

Then she leaned down and slowly released the cuffs, massaging his wrists with her thumbs. “You were perfect,” she whispered, kissing each marked wrist. Jaston pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her from behind, their bodies entwined, still throbbing. They stayed like that for minutes, breathing together. But Hellen wasn’t finished. She pulled away slowly, took a black satin blindfold from the same drawer. She showed it to him. “Now it’s your turn not to see.” Jaston nodded, heart racing again. Hellen tied the blindfold behind his head carefully, as if preparing a ritual. Darkness fell over him, intensifying every other sense—the smell of her, the heat of her skin, the sound of her b

Lately, I over thought things out way too much. The cookies, carefully wrapped in foil paper seemed to weigh five times its weight and for a moment, I had a scary vision that he might flick them at my face and cuss. I wouldn't put it past Blake Johnson. An old lady in dark shades with her white hair in curls walked past, with a golden retriever on her leash, leading her on. I realized without needing to be told that she was blind, it was her seeing eye dog. She was probably taking a walk, enjoying the unusually cool evening, I didn't understand the weather lately, sometimes it was cool like this and sometimes scorchingly hot. I wouldn't put it past something Azazel could do. The dog stopped

PHEROMONE BLIND STARWRITES CHAPTER 3: PHEROMONE BLIND Lucas didn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, crimson eyes stared back at him. "Omega." "Run." "Lucas Bennett." His heart lurched each time he remembered those words.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

He stood up quickly and summoned the Heavenly Halberd in an instant. "Hey, I’m just passing by. I didn't mean to provoke you, so let’s not mess with each other,” Darryl cried out as he activated the beast taming loop. Only by activating the beast taming loop could the rare and exotic beasts understand Darryl perfectly. Initially, he thought he could use the beast taming loop to calm down those rare and exotic beasts. Instead, the beasts went crazy and showed no signs of stopping, which left Darryl depressed. The beasts launched a fierce attack on Darryl.

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

Personally, I like both types of horses as they keep me on my toes while barrel racing. I completed Kodi's daily training routine and equipped her with the necessary cooling blanket and ice boots to prevent overheating. Afterward, I secured her to a post for a few hours while I played with my new dog, Booker. To my delight, Booker showed no fear or discomfort around the horses.

she said, and when the dog saw his harness, he stretched to stand and then shook his whole body before waiting for the harness to be put on. “He’s very well trained,” Viviane observed. “He is. The harness is a lot lighter than the Kevlar. He likes it better. But he’s also a diva. He insists on riding shotgun.”

No one could stop me. “P-please…” Halvar wheezed, a pathetic, choked sound. His eyes bulged, bloodshot and swimming with tears, his tongue protruding slightly from his purpling lips. I looked at him, and I didn't see a lord. I saw prey. My vision bled into pitch black, the sclera of my eyes completely overtaken by Siren’s dark gaze. A terrifying, feral smile stretched across my face. I extended my claws, letting the elongated, razor-sharp bones dig deep into the sides of Halvar’s neck.