Bojack Horseman Dogs Novels & Stories

Knox whines, “No hug? No affection?” I wave him off. “You shrugged me off instead of helping. That’s why.” Sabrina snaps, “I’m putting him to work too! And you too, Kole!” Both men follow their mother like she’s the warden. Suddenly a huge ass dog barrels toward us. Keisha screams, “Oh my god, it’s a horse!” I laugh. “No, girl. That’s Sammy. Knox’s other brother.” “Brother?” “His mom has two Great Danes. Sammy and Scotty. Sammy’s the troublemaker.”

It throbbed just with the thought of her name then the thought of her coming back to him. Quickly taking off the thought from his chest, he chortled when he felt something licking both his cheeks and he knew who those things are. Thankful for the interruption of his unhealthy thought, he shift his gaze to his dogs, he has missed them. He gave the instruction of keeping them away till after all the wedding ceremonies are completed. Najaah also don't like them so they are always kept away in the backyard whenever she is around. "Borak, Butrus." He grinned widely at them, his squash coloured Eskimo and snow white Maltese, they gaze at him lovingly while locking their lips.

“We just…we butt heads. She inherited her aunt’s horse rescue when she died and is in way over her head but refuses to accept help. And Pongo is a horse, not a dog.” “Oh.” Rory twists the cap off the wine. “Isn’t that the dog from the 101 Dalmatians movie?” “He is,” Quinn answers, nodding her head. “The horse is black and white,” I reply. “Oh, makes sense.” Rory takes the wine to the table and pours a glass for her and Quinn. “Sorry I meddled, but guys—” She looks at everyone at the table. “You have to admit you thought there was something too.” “Nope,” Dean and Archer say at the same time.

"You actually made them? or did you use Mama Roarke's?" He scoffed in fake indignation. "I can cook. Now, ma'am, the boys and I will be back," he said leading the dogs down the stairs with her laughter trailing behind him. He made sure to turn the stove off before leaving the house. The walk around the ranch, while everyone was settling in, was actually needed. He let his thoughts run rampant in his mind. He prayed for a restful sleep tonight hoping the day with Mikel will leave him at peace. Killian watched as Roman ran ahead of them and escaped into the stables and sat before Mik's two thoroughbred horses. He followed the dog and approached the horses carefully not wanting to spook them. "

Ceb, with a vicious grin. The three Molesser hounds were also behind him. The other strange thing was that there was a person arching their back behind each hound. They all had ingratiating smiles on their faces as if they were slaves trying to please their masters, which were the hounds. They were actually Mr. Ceb’s dog slaves. As the name suggested, they were the slaves of Mr. Ceb’s hounds. Judging from how loud the entrance was, the family knew Deborah came asking for trouble.

They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance. The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner. “That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

He sat cross-legged beside the fireplace, arms crossed, pouting at a dog that had dared to sniff his foot. And there were so many dogs. Zeus, the proud corgi patriarch, trotted around like he owned the mountain house. Tinkerbell, his Leonberger mate, was never far behind, usually tucked up next to Xenia or pacing anxiously if too many loud noises happened at once. Their litter—Calliope, Aoide, Rufio, Thalia, Erato, Melete, Tootles, and my sweet Pockets—had fully turned the lodge into a fuzzy, barking, tail-wagging blur.

Cody said, “We fixed up a schedule and the boys seem to be doing well with it.” Damon laughed and said “I told my grandfather about them, even sent him the picture that Hunter here took. He said if you ever want to sell one, he wants first offer.” Cody laughed and said, “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, with most racing is about making a living, with Angel she loves these animals and for a girl who doesn’t know how to ride they love her. That quarter horse she brought home today will literally follow her anywhere she goes. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.”

Adele made a soft sound against my neck and I pressed my lips to her temple and willed her back to sleep. Stay with me, I told her silently. Just a little longer. Eight minutes. Six. The queue shuffled forward. I was three people from the front when I felt a shift in the air. My head came up. Two men had entered the station through the eastern doors. They weren’t in uniform. They weren’t carrying anything visible. They were dressed like ordinary men on an ordinary night but they were the Pack wolves. From ash Creek. I could smell the territory markers from here. I turned back to the queue. My heart had accelerated into a hard, urgent rhythm but I kept my face still and my posture loose.

"I swear I won't! I'm a dog—dogs don't get jealous. Dogs don't ask questions about the past. Just look at me, Master. Please, just look at me." Cassian stood motionless for a long moment, allowing the sound of my ragged gasps to fill the quiet hall. Then, slowly, a faint, dangerous tilt appeared at the edge of his lips. "Do you really believe you're a dog?" he asked quietly, the question laced with a subtle, dark fascination. I looked up immediately, my eyes wide and pleading, desperate to give him the answer he wanted. "Yes, Master. Yes, I am." Cassian smirked, a cold, mocking expression that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Then why are you wearing clothes?"