Dog Novel Novels & Stories

"All of you look capable enough. Instead of figuring out how to survive, you're out here causing trouble?" The girl's eyes lit up when she saw him, as if she had found someone to back her up. "Officer, thank God you're here! They took my dog and won't admit it!" "Dog?" Jasper's gaze moved across the group and settled on Cola beside Nicole. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. A Belgian Malinois, and not an ordinary one. The coat was dense and well-kept, the build solid, the proportions excellent. Jasper had worked with plenty of police dogs before, especially Malinois. They were intelligent, obedient, and dependable, some of the best working dogs out there.

As he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his gaze fell upon a furry figure bounding towards him. Goldie, his loyal canine companion, greeted him with unbridled enthusiasm. The wagging tail and joyful bark painted a vivid picture of canine delight. Joseph chuckled, bending down to pet Goldie's soft fur. Their playful exchange echoed through the silent corridors of the house, a symphony of companionship. "Have you eaten, Goldie?" Joseph inquired, looking into the expressive eyes of his furry friend. Goldie, ever the expressive communicator, responded with another enthusiastic bark, as if confirming his satisfaction. The bond between man and dog, a timeless connection, thrived in these s

Caden took a deep relieved breath and ran both hands over the huge dog a few times, scratching behind his ears like he used to. At this switch, about fifteen other dogs slowly revealed themselves, approaching Caden and catching his scent, also asking for pets. But Demon, begging territorial, snapped at them as if to say, ‘mine’, and they retreated back into the darkness without a sound. Then Caden rose to continue on his way, but Demon followed him, his massive paws padding behind. “Stay,” Caden said firmly without looking back. The large hound whined but sat in place obediently with it’s head low, ears twitching, and still watching him.

Before I could look around, 2 dogs ran towards me and my eyes widened. He has one big grey alaskan malamute and one golden retriever. The both of them attacked me with kisses and I giggled seeing them jumping towards me. "What's their name?" "Eden and Morty." Ares answered as he pointed at the dog. Eden is the alaskan malamute and Morty is the golden retriever. "Hey Morty.. and Eden." I said as I hugged them both and when Ares walked towards the kitchen. They followed him.

While shocked could be the real name on each big noble man's face at the dining hearing Alejandro's degree, who seemed blank. While madam Genelia too spoke nothing against anything. The wild dogs? Was master Alejandro even serious? The wild dogs were African-Brazilian breed with the most aggressive traits in them, they feed on 5 kg flesh every single day owning the most wildest nature among dogs. Garcia's owned almost 50 of them. Just because those were master Alejandro's most deared pets. The charming thing about the wild dogs which caught master's eyes were that they can even feed on humans if they were angered even a slightest bit.

I want to name the dog after the family, Alexander had said, because the family is the thing I came from and the thing I am building and the dog is the thing that will remind me of both. The dog had been a rescue—a mixed-breed of indeterminate origin, medium-sized, brown in the way that many dogs are brown, with ears that do not agree on what they are doing and a tail that wags with the full commitment of a metronome set to allegro. The rescue organization had called her Daisy. Alexander had said no. Elijah had said what about Reed. Alexander had looked at him for a long moment. Alexander had said yes.

The guards leaned in, whispering something more in Italian, and suddenly, the vet’s entire demeanor shifted. “Ah, la moglie di Aiden Wolf,” he said, his tone tinged with a newfound respect. “Capisco. Portate subito il cucciolo nella stanza sul retro.” The mention of Aiden’s name changed everything. It was as if a veil of fear and reverence had fallen over the vet. He gestured for me to follow him, and we hurried to a treatment room where the puppy was gently laid on a small examination table. The little dog whimpered softly, his fur a blend of cream and light brown, with one ear perked up and the other flopped over. His eyes, dark and round, were filled with pain and confusion.

“He’s one of the most loyal dogs we have. Doesn’t like many people, not even my brothers but… he trusts me.” I watched the dog warily, when he let out a low growl and other dogs, even the bigger ones gave him a wide berth. Olezka walked to the dogs and gave them his attention. Their tales wagged as they soaked in the attention but barked in my direction so I stopped a safe distance away. “Come, let’s introduce you to them or they’ll chase you around when you're outside alone. They are territorial and loyal and protective, so they don't much like strangers.”

It then progressed to a chat and let our dogs sniff each other and soon we were meeting up for dog walks together. I never gave it any thought as we sat there. Carol's dog, a chocolate coloured Labrador and mine a german shepard, her dog would sniff me and push against me and when I was wearing dresses or skirts he would try and put his nose up my skirt or dress. This didn't go unnoticed by Carol, she just let it happen as I wasn't really too bothered even after pushing him away.

Whatever her decision was, even if it was too sweet for him, he'd agree. Anything for her. "Marshmallow for you..." she started, gesturing at the black Rottweiler and hugging him all over "because you're so soft and fluffy and I could squish you all day. You're like a giant chocolate marshmallow, Marshmallow!" "And you" she gestured to the big Dobermann on her other side, the one who was cuddling the side of her legs and begging for attention. Alvaro's eyes squinted at him; he didn't like the way the mutt was acting.