Dog Bl Novels & Stories

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.

“This has got to be them.” Chief Hayes looked at the sheriff and then looked over to me. “Any evidence to suggest that this was not the work of an animal?” I looked at the limp and flabby pile of bloody sinew that used to be Principal Graham. “Witness across the street described the assailant as a large black dog,” I said. “But I’ve never heard of a dog doing anything like this. Not this bad, anyway.” “You’d be surprised how vicious some breeds can get,” said the DNR guy. He didn’t look much older than James. I didn’t recognize him, but a lot of those guys live in the country.

An excruciating pain made him step back, distancing himself from Adrian. "Who is it?" Noah shouted, looking in the direction from which the light came. There, a big black dog was leisurely approaching. The dog was approximately human-sized, and it sported a small white spot on its forehead. A faint blue light was emanating from the white spot. Obviously, the light had come from there. "What is that?"

I have no idea if they do or not; besides we owned the whole damn condo the mutt could run up and down stairs for all I care. She went back to reading and muttering under her breath. Why didn't I answer the damn door? That way I could've hidden the paperwork and she wouldn't know anything about the damn dog until he started growing in a few months. Then I could've played the put upon consumer who'd been duped, damn. "A Tibetan mastiff, a guard dog." Damn did they put everything in there, what the fuck? "Talon why do I need a dog that can fight off wolves and leopards in the Himalayas?"

He's a veterinarian by profession and my mom's a secretary for dad. I am left alone in the house. Well, not literally alone though because Blue is here with me. I searched for Blue, and there I saw him, laying on the rag. I called him and he quickly ran over, wagging his tale. He's a big husky, gray in colour, with a chain under his neck. There is a name imprinted on the plate saying B.L.U.E. I wrapped my arms with this big bud and played with him —tickling his neck which I love to do. I stayed there playing with him for a little while.

"Baby, how many dogs do you have?" "Uhh… Five." "There's only four." Catriona was about to go out but Enzo held her. "Sir, are we going up now?" "Wait!" Catriona said. "Lieutenant!" She calls and the Akita barks. "Sergeant." The Bull Mastiff barks. "Cornel!" She calls and the Doberman answers. "Captain?" The Rottweiler answers. "Where's General?" "General?" Enzo whistles calling out for the other dog. Tequila came out with General who is dragging a big stuffed toy. The one that Enzo bought for her. "They are here."

From their conversation, Bone seemed to be Mitbahl's pet. So...Bone wouldn't have met some unfortunate fate at the hands of Misoup, would he? "Bone is my precious little darling..." Mitbahl's eyes welled up with tears. "I sleep with it in my arms every night. Without it, I can't fall asleep!" Diana asked, "So... Bone is the name of your pet dog?" "No," Mitbahl shook his head with a woeful expression. "Ma'am, can't you tell from the name? Bone is obviously a piece of bone!"

He wasn't able to protect her, to save her. He deserves to die. " Nooooooo!!!!" Volkan screams. Struggling to move forward. When a bloodhound leaps on him. Pinning him under. His dark red eyes, looking at Volkan with hunger. And he snarls to root his canines into Volkan's neck. When two dagger whooshed past, cutting the air. With the first hitting Elora's shoulder and the other hits the bloodhounds back. Making Elora to curse, holding her bloody arm while the bloodhound to roll over.

“Would you guys be quiet?” She tried to be stern, but it was hard. Nola, a mangy little brown mutt, had been neglected in the past, and it showed in her desperate desire to please. Shelly, the Jack Russell, was a born fighter in spite of his diminutive size. Boris was a sleek, meek greyhound who rarely let out so much as a yelp. So what was riling him up now? Lily flipped around and froze. What was that shadow moving behind the smoothie lorry? A stab of fear go through her before she caught herself. Damn it, she was not going to be paranoid. The world wasn’t the

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."