Cute Doggo Novels & Stories

"I'm telling you Cuddles the man slayer is the perfect nickname for her. If she doesn't kill them with her tiny cute like paw, then she will kill them with cuteness!" "Have you never had a pet before? I have never seen you this excited. We would pass dogs and other animals and you wouldn't even blink at it. Suddenly you find that thing! And you're going ape shit!" "MEWR!" "Shhh don't call her a thing! You're going to hurt her feelings! And for the record you see dogs everywhere. But look! How often do you see something so cute!?"

The flowers and vegetables were blooming with vitality. The door opened, and a dog came running out, circling happily around their feet. "Doodle, stop that." Jocelyn picked up the dog and flashed a kind smile. "Did he scare you? This little guy is too energetic." "Not at all." Rebecca shook her head. "He's so cute. His name is Doodle? Doodle, look here. Give me your paw." It was a small breed, perfect for elderly people. It was easy to pick up and not too strong to walk on a leash.

Aiden’s voice was soothing and gentle, reaching the paw. Charlie… the two months old baby I had in mind, had thick, wavy fur around his body and heavy fur on his tail, thighs, and neck. He also barked at Aiden… a cute bark that made Deborah say, “Aw, so cute,” and wagged his tail as he sniffed my best friend’s hand. Charlie is not a baby but an adorable Golden Retriever puppy. “Charlie’s a dog?” I murmured, not exactly wanting to say it out loud.

Seconds later, Cassandra stands to her feet, holding something against her chest. A small, hairy something. I step towards her to get a better look and as the floor beneath me creaks, two small beady eyes turn and face me. It's a small, male dog. Not a Chihuahua, but about the same size. He has a white flowing coat of hair that looks fine and feels silky to the touch as I stroke my hand over his tiny body. His butterfly-like ears are fringed with silver-colored hair that extends without interruption from the ears over both of his eyes. He cowers and buries his head in the crook of Cassandra's arm.

We're both glued to the door with my hands tightly gripping the knob. Aliya looks at me like I'm insane before her eyes light with amusement. She let's out a giggle and opens the door. "So that's where you were." She squats to rub the dog's back and turns to me. "You don't like dogs?" "I do, but the smaller breeds. Dobermann's look scary." Aliya laughs and motions for me to come rub the dog's back, too. "Her name is Coco. And I think she likes you."

He had that movie-star charm that was unintentional and, somehow, made more potent by the three dogs bounding around him like toddlers on a sugar high. Zeus—the corgi with the world’s most unbothered expression—greeted us with a noble bark, his little legs stomping through the snow with surprising authority. Tinkerbell, enormous and velvet-eyed, stuck close to Alan’s knee despite the leash, her nervous energy tucked into a massive Leonberger frame that made strangers hesitate but only ever melted into shy affection once she trusted you. And then there was Rufio. “Oh my god,” I breathed, crouching instinctively. “Is that him?”

“Don’t act like you’re not obsessed when you see him. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t ditch me again, ghost girl.” I laughed hard. After the call, I scrolled through my messages and, sure enough, there were loads of pictures, mostly of a tiny Chihuahua with the biggest attitude I had ever seen. His eyes looked like he was plotting world domination. Aggressive, but somehow, perfect for someone as sassy as Nico. I smiled at the photos, then stumbled onto videos of Tessa screaming and running away as the little dog chased her around the living room. I laughed so hard my sides hurt.

"He's a silver lab, and this is as big as he'll get. He can get scared by large crowds of people, but we've learned he warms up quickly." "Hi Loki," Ashlynn smiles and holds her hand out to the dog that's sitting by the back wall. The dog looks at her before slowly walking towards her and sniffing her hand. After a second he judges her hand with his nose so that it moves to the top of his head. "You're so cute." Ashlynn squats down to be closer to Loki and she scratches behind his ears.

Gray around the muzzle. "Who's your friend?" he called. "That's Moxie. She was a rescue." At the sound of her name, the dog cracked open an eye and peered up at him. Denver hunkered down and offered the back of his hand. Looking imperious, Moxie stretched forward just a bit and sniffed. Her little black nose twitched, then she rose and stretched, worming her way under his hand with a sharp little yap that clearly said, "Pet me, damn it!"