Novel & Cerita Dog With Webbed Feet

When the door opens, he’s already running toward me, his backpack bouncing. "Mummy!" I scoop him up, burying my nose in his neck. He smells like chalk, milk, and that sweaty kid scent. "You smell like your classroom, little man." "Yeah, we played hard today!" He wiggles down, grabbing his lunch box. "Mummy, did you know that Golden Retrievers have webbed toes for swimming? They’re like ducks!" I raise my eyebrows. "Webbed toes? I didn't know that. Who’s the dog expert?"

Kairo said, pointing at the hair. “So, a male rogue black wolf.” Lyon scratched his chin as he nodded. “Have you seen everyone’s wolf?” “There’s one pup with black, but not as dark as mine. He has charcoal,” Califf concurred. “There’s more.” All eyes were pinned on me. “I saw a human footprint, but I kinda smudged it by accident.” “Okay.” I looked at Califf. “Size ten, maybe more. Do you know anyone has a webbed-toes?”

I paused to see and the smell of it was even stronger. I find a shape down in the mud, a print, almost like a dog’s, but stretched and split, the toes too long. There are two, side by side, one bigger, one small. I kneel down to touch it, fingertips cold, but the print is fresher than the ground around it. I can almost feel the thing breathing, as if the paw itself is a mouth.

Almost half an hour later, I heard the water moving. With a big smile, I rushed in that direction, only to be stopped surprisingly when I spotted a pup in the water. It was small brown and fragile. Its fur was dampened with the water. It was whining in a low voice, lifting his small paw again and again. It looked no less than a doggy. But the fur confirmed that it was a werewolf. I couldn't stop myself from pitying its condition. Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw,

Bare feet confidently stood on a branch, feeling only a slight chill. Beria closed his eyes and sensitive ears immediately distinguished many sounds. The rustle of leaves receded, subsided, replaced by other sounds. The werewolf heard a distant splash of water, felt a nimble squirrel run along a nearby tree, jumped from branch to branch, and froze. Somewhere below sat a rabbit, further on a large bird flapped its wings. A little further on, the breathing of a large animal was heard. A branch crunched under a heavy hoof, soft ears twitched, driving away midges. Deer.

I did seconds later. We had arrived at the back of the house, I think. It was enormous and well-spaced. I heard faint barking as the water rippled. As I got closer, I saw the dog. It was a puppy, which had a black and white fur. It held on to the stick in the water. The boys stood not to close to the pool. “Stay while I get your dog, okay?” I said.

Maybe it was one of those dog breeds that looked wolf like. I uncurled slowly from my hiding place, while keeping an eye on the beast dog thing. It just sat there and watched me. Then I moved my leg and a sharp shooting pain shot up my leg and I winced. The dog stood up all of a sudden and stepped forward. I froze again. I felt something on my leg and glanced down quickly to see blood running down it. Oh crap, did the dog see the blood, and think, dinner time. I shuffled back a bit, and the dog stopped. He, I didn’t know why I thought it was a he, but I did. But he looked down at my leg and then back up at me and whined. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and frowned.

I felt something touch my ankle so I looked back to find Carter's Jack Russell with a ball too big for his mouth. "That's Zeus, he is unhealthy addicted to fetch." He took the ball from him and flung it. "Walk with me?" I smiled and looked back at Kari and Eliza, they both ushered for me to go. I chuckled when I found Dolly sitting on the bench with Cooper instead of on the ground. "Sure, let's go." We started walking around the dog park, following the paved path. We talked about a bunch of stuff. But our conversation stopped suddenly when the giant Great Dane stopped in front of me.

William suggests, his eyes dancing with the spirit of discovery. I nod in agreement, a smile playing on my lips. "Sounds like a plan." The winding path leads us along the coastline, the rhythmic sound of waves a constant companion. As we stroll along the sandy beach, the tranquility of the moment wraps around us like a soothing embrace. And then, our peaceful stroll takes an unexpected turn—a small Pekingese dog, its fur ruffled by the wind, suddenly appears in our path. Its yelps of distress tug at our hearts, and it's clear that it's in danger as the waves surge forward, threatening to engulf it.

No reproductive organs. How is that possible? I turned off the instrument and carried him out of it. Alice, they like to call his legs “hindlimbs”, and in their hearts, they think of him as a mentally retarded beast. "You're not, are you?" I held his legs. "Spread your legs." I reached up and gently stroked his lower calf. He squinted and hummed twice, spreading his legs along with my strength. Only three toes. The foot is also three times the size of a human being, and the central bone of the foot is very soft and can be bent at will.