Dog Novel Novels & Stories

Yvonne said a big dog bit her the moment she opened the door. We had a dog at home. Doug the golden retriever, the one we got when we started dating. The golden retriever was a very gentle pet. He would never bite anyone. Christopher noticed how nervous I was getting. Cruelly, he said, "If an animal bites, then you punish it." "Oh, I don't think I have the courage to. Can you come back, Chris?" I stared at him lethally. "If you bully Doug, I'll kill you."

Andy agreed. “What have you learned so far?” Father asked, jumping right into things. “As mail between Olympus and the mortal realm isn’t very fast, I am still waiting to hear back from Lady Rosalyn. From what Lord Zeus could say on the subject, he knew a dog needed to be around a year before it would begin its training as a seeing-eye dog. The months before are for bonding with those they will be assisting and learning basic obedience.” Andy explained. “Now we breed a few different types of dogs. And based on temperament, our lead trainer and I agree that the Cretan hound would be most included for this level of training.” he continued.

The little girl was crying immensely, giving away the dog she always wanted. “Grace,” I hear Katherine say as she opens the door behind me. I am sitting on the floor playing with the puppy. I am almost done here. I fed all the dogs and took a few for a walk in the park and now I am sitting here enjoying this little one’s company. “He will be adopted in no time. People always want a puppy,” she says and I nod. I look around the room and find Crow. Crow is my favorite dog. He is a rottweiler, and he is only four years old. His fur is jet black and his eyes are light brown. As soon as his eyes connect with mine, he barks and his tale starts moving.

A good pet knows when it's being punished. You won't even remember this tomorrow, Damon. But I will. And after I deliver your final gift, I'll be gone forever.

“Tell me, what brought you here?” Macholo’s voice was respectful as he replied. “We stole a high-value Mercedes-Benz S-Class. We transferred money from the victim’s phone, took some jewelry, and...” He hesitated for a moment. “We also took a dog.” The Don raised an eyebrow. “A dog?” He sounded like it was something he wasn’t expecting. “What kind?” “An Australian shepherd,” Macholo replied. “A well-kept one.” The Don’s interest deepened. He leaned forward, tapping his pipe lightly against the ashtray. “An Australian shepherd, you say? That's a fine breed. Loyal, intelligent.”

"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."

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.

I'm even being nice and capitalizing your name OF: YOU BETTER TAKE THAT SH*T BACK AJ: No OF: I’M NOT A GIANT DOG SL: You are a Wolf hybrid WG: To be fair, they have a point... WG: According to scientists, the dogs are descended from the Gray wolf, domesticated about 130,000 years ago. WG: You are a Northwestern Gray Wolf... OF: I. AM. NOT. A. GIANT. DOG. OF: TAKE IT BACK AJ: STOP F*CKING YELLING

She was a futanari, a girl with a penis, and today, her body was crying out for release. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Eden's eye. There, in the grass, was a small dog, a terrier of some sort, trotting along without a leash. Eden watched as the dog approached her, its tail wagging excitedly. As it drew closer, Eden noticed something peculiar – the dog's genitals were exposed, and it appeared to be in heat.

The smell was stronger now—unwashed fur, hunger, and exhaustion. I pushed through a final line of bushes and stopped dead. The dog was huddled near the base of an old oak. It was a husky, but she looked terrible. Her coat was matted with burrs and mud, and I could see the sharp outline of her ribs through her thinning fur. She looked up as I approached, her bright blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. She didn't run. She stood her ground, her hackles rising as she stared at the massive wolf looming over her.