Bleach Dog Captain Novels & Stories

I recruited a biological weapon of mass distraction. He was a Tibetan Mastiff puppy, a fluffy, oversized cloud of charcoal-colored fur named Bane. At ten weeks old, he already weighed thirty pounds and had the territorial instincts of a warlord. My plan was simple: win over Leo and Luna, and provide a distraction so loud and chaotic that no one would notice my beard peeling. I led Bane through the service entrance, the puppy’s giant paws thumping against the marble like muffled drums. "Luna! Leo!" I chirped, the Jean-Pierre accent back in full, grating force. "I have brought a small... eh... souvenir from ze mountains!"

A brown and black hound was barreling toward me! I stumbled two steps backward in a panic, and just in time, the dog was yanked back by its leash. However, the drinks on my tray spilled, splashing onto the dog's glossy coat. The owner was livid. "What's wrong with you? Are you blind? That's Camila's pooch!" I mumbled an apology, my mind racing for a fix, but Camila was already in my face, delivering a stinging slap. My face immediately flushed with heat.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

When all is dried again, I gave him a sharp look as he got back to his business on his phone. "One million?! Are you fucking serious?! I'm looking for a fucking dog not a Yamashita treasure for crying out loud!" He sighed exasperatedly from him seat and abandoned his phone and whoever he's talking to. "It's not just an ordinary dog, Femella. It's a Tibetan Mastiff dog, one of the most expensive breed of dogs in the whole wide world. It's a million dollar dog and it's what we need to get the lead." I stopped to munch the words in my head. "No, I still think a million is too big for searching a dog, a freaking dog, Dave."