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"What...the fuck?" You know that mode your body is sent into when you're in danger? The fight or flight? No...no, my body chooses to freeze. Right here, in the middle of the woods. Right here, in front of a steel cage that currently houses the biggest, most ethereal, black wolf I've ever seen in my life. Well, not that I've ever seen a wolf to begin with. At my voice, its head peaks up and I'm met with its golden eyes. There's something odd about it though. It looks like it understands my shock and is amused...in a human kind of way.

My dog, it seemed, was another one of those monstrous creatures of the worst nightmares of an emotional writer. A dog the height of a mountain, with three angry heads on the black and hairy neck, with legs larger than two cars and a rabö that did not equal any size I could resemble. The amber eyes like those of a panther watched me, and the muzzle of the middle head sniffed, inspiring my smell. Whatever made sense, the huge teeth appeared in the three wide mouths, and Cerberus growled like a hungry creature, getting so close that I almost peed.

"Can I already consider this the cliché of the dog that bites everyone but the protagonist's girlfriend?” Flynn laughed. "Maybe he's too tired tonight to play the villain of the story.” "He looks very docile," I commented, rubbing behind the dog's ears. He opened his mouth, as if he were enjoying the gesture. "I think I'll like to describe his reactions. Animals are very sincere. They communicate with their eyes.” Flynn endured in silence for a moment, then asked: "In the book you are writing, is the cliché protagonist you?” I denied it with my head.

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

However, he did not usually open her snack drawer, so she put the little yellow book in it with confidence After feeding some beef jerky to the dog, she continued to watch her live lecture with headphones on. After eating some beef jerky, the Husky sneaked into the snack box and quietly left with the small yellow book in its mouth. Unfortunately, the book was caught by Samuel. "Hey, you're quite the silly dog, aren't you? You eat and drink for nothing, yet you take other people's belongings as well! Come on, show me what you've got there!" Samuel took the book from the puppy's mouth and turned over a page. It was horrifying, and it tainted his eyes so much that it hurt. He threw the book in

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.

Should anything happen when I'm not home and for whatever reason Abbigail is left alone, the dog can not only protect her, but guide her. We were in the room with four dogs and a German Shepherd spotted us, approaching Abbigail. When she didn't respond to the dog sitting in front of her the dog gently nudged her nose at Abbigail's stomach. I watched as Abbigail reached her hands up, feeling the dog's face, scratching behind her ear and the dog nuzzling her face in Abbigail's hands. "Is this one good with babies," Abbigail asks the woman who was helping us pick a dog.

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.

Yapping and jumping as they tried to get to the children. Rosalie felt safe knowing that these dogs were all locked up and couldn't harm her. If only she had known there was a dog that wasn't locked inside. She held her breath as she watched a Doberman Pinscher approach her. It's black fur glinting in the sunlight with its cropped ears and tail it almost reached her knee. It sniffed the area around Rosalie's feet, deeming her to mean no harm before he turned away from her as if though she didn't interest him enough.

He said, rolling his eyes. “Hey, watch it!” I said frowning, he made the motion of zipping up his lips and throwing away the key, “As I was saying, my dogs are usually very friendly, except they sense danger, that's the only time they get aggressive. You know how quick they are…” He nodded in confirmation.