Dog Squinting Meme Novels & Stories

Lightly massaging my scalp "Okay but only cause you're really good at scalp rubs" My eyes roll to the back of my head. If I was a dog I would have my one leg sticking out shaking uncontrollably "Unless you want round three I suggest you stop with the faces", my eyes widen at the thought and he chuckles

I angrily joke with him. “I guess I cannot call you Mister for the rest of your life, but what do I call you?” I think out aloud, repeatedly tapping my index finger on my chin while looking into space. “Angel!” I look at him for approval. He gives me the world’s saddest puppy dog face I have ever seen. “Don’t like it huh? How about crimson?” he does the cutest eye roll I have ever seen. Can dogs roll their eyes?

Doyle scoffed, “But we have a more pressing matter to attend to” he said with a sly smile. I don’t like this dog. He seems off. “Are you afraid?” I teased with a chuckle. I don’t know what possessed me to bait him. I guess I'm just used to playing with these dumb animals. He didn’t seem to appreciate it though. Doyle roared. He didn’t just let his canines extend, but his whole face began morphing into a wolf. His nose extended forward as his teeth grew, his eyebrows increased in size and spread across to his ears, which had grown into furry points.

Jack let out another joyful bark as if confirming my suspicion. "Dad's a bit grumpy again tonight, isn't he?" I whispered to my beloved golden retriever, Jack. Jack whimpered softly, sensing the tension in the air. Suddenly, Jack turned his gaze behind me, tilting his head to the left with curiosity drawn across his face. I turned around, following his line of sight, and found myself staring at Miles. "Oh, do you know who that is?" I asked my golden retriever dog, Jack. His tail wagged with excitement, and his ears perked up, indicating familiarity with the person behind me. Jack hasn't met Miles yet, but I told him a lot of things about Miles.

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Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box

He cursed dragging him away by the collar. "Mother". He screamed out. The Hoodie Dude broke out from the memory flash opening his eyes which were now red. He growl gently exposing his canine which had grown into sharp fangs at opposite end. His look was now creepy and deadly. Dropping to his knees he roared loudly into the air.

He snorted and bit the edge of his palm as hard as he could. The dog stared at him, its head askew and questioning. It seemed to be wondering why this idiot would bite himself. Its inquiry was answered as soon as Herschel yelped at the top of his lungs, “Owwww! Stupid dog—why are you—argh! This hurts! Let me go! Let me gooooo!”

I’m the problem, it’s me. Peeking under my bed, I was not at all surprised to see two dark, glossy, and comically buggy eyes staring out from the farthest corner of my bed. Draco’s adorable wrinkly face is tucked between his front paws, as he huddles down flat on his belly. Never missing out on an opportunity for over-the-top dramatic behavior, he’s also shivering. This dog is so lucky he’s cute because at times he can be a real pain in my ass.

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