Doggy Arch Novels & Stories

“I thought it looked like you but wasn’t sure. Turns out it really is the eldest from Duncans!” Her fluffy Samoyed sniffed eagerly at Aria’s leg until Auntie Daisy scolded it. The dog obediently sat down on the pavement, tongue hanging out, panting noisily. “Your girlfriend?” she asked, eyeing Aria, whose face was still beet red. Archer answered plainly, “She’s my wife. We just haven’t had the wedding yet.”

Making it impossible to discern his blood from the blood of the bloodhounds. Blood seeping from the cut on his forehead. To fall in his eyes. Not healing. Showing his strength was curtailing. His vision was going hazy, limbs trembling. His mind felt numb. He knew he could stop them for just few minutes more. He doesn't know what will happen next. But he wanted to try till his end. He can't let his little Dove down. No! He has to do it. Distracted he doesn't realise when a bloodhound jumps on his back. Ripping his skin. And he rumbles. Shaking it off.

She tells me enthusiastically, her little body bouncing around in my grasp. My widened eyes meet Derrick’s gaze over Hayden’s head, a question in their depths. As if sensing where my thoughts are headed, Derrick speaks before I can ask. “The pack breeds dogs in a large facility back behind the packhouse.” He smiles down at Hayden before asking, “Which one was your favorite?” A serious expression appears on Hayden’s angelic face as she thinks over Derrick’s question. “ I liked the wolf the best.” She says after a moment of thought, her eyes lighting up at the reminder of her favorite dog.

These pups won’t wake up if there was an earthquake. “Follow me,” I said, walking to their room. We got to their room, and I placed him on the bed. Silver also dropped Archie, but Archie held on to him like a koala bear, not letting go. Silver laughed, removing his arm from his neck, but Archie held on tight. He stood up. “He is not letting go of me,” he said, holding his bum. I look at them, I don’t think he is ready to let go, either. I smiled at their cuteness.

Epilogue Arthur opened his eyes and smiled brightly while looking at the mesmerizing decorations and arrangements in front of him. The flower arrangements at the gazebo stood out the most. And the most authentic and the wow factor was the sign at the entrance of the venue. Mr & Mr. Arthur chuckled reading the words on the tag Duke was wearing. “Dad+Dad are getting married”. Duke was Arthur and Ethan’s dog, he is a golden retriever breed and Ethan had got Duke for Arthur a few days after their reunion.

No one can see the movement of Yu Shijin, in fact, the archer's hand speed is very fast, often from aiming to shooting only six seconds, Yu Shijin's hand speed, obviously than the average archer does not know how many times. They can only see, after the sound -- The front row of mutant giant dog "brush" down the row! Scene can imagine domino! These mutant giant dogs may not be dead, but this wave of shocks can buy a lot of time. Throwback threw one of the assembled parts aside, reached for a hook, and took another bottle of chemicals. The other hand touched the pocket without catching what it wanted. Dark eyes coagulated. She stretched out her hand and her head didn't carry the truth, "gum."

Magic began to flow into the crystal ball, its murky surface swirling until it finally cleared. Five animated figures appeared, Arch, Trav, Roman, Jughead and a leggy blond whom I had never seen before. Beside them was a huge wolf with white paws, a thick black saddle-back patterned coat covering its back while its underbelly was coated in white fur and heterochromic eyes. Bingo! I’ve found him! My left hand caressed the crystal ball, distorting the image as I try to discern where they are. The vision in the crystal ball moved, revealing the dog park next to where they were standing and a cluster of shops across the road.

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

But still — the thought that it might never happen slices me open, especially now that Amanda gets what I can’t. The entrance is a playful architectural wink — it literally looks exactly like the oversized front of a rustic wooden dog kennel. The arched doorway is framed with warm cedar planks, sanded smooth but still showing that natural grain, like something hand-built in a backyard for a beloved mutt. A peaked roof juts out over the door, shingles painted in cheerful barn-red, with a hand-carved bone sign swinging above that reads The Doghouse. Flanking the entrance are two oversized planters bursting with herbs and flowers, and a cheeky doormat that says, Wipe Your Paws.

Archer whisper-yells to Quinn. “Picture?” Owen asks, cuddling Emma against his chest. “No,” Quinn says, putting her hand up to Archer’s mouth to silence him. Everyone laughs, and I lean back in my chair to look at Scarlet. A small smile is on her face, and she’s watching us almost as if she’s in a lab observing our behavior. Rufus, the biggest and oldest of Mom’s dogs, jumps up at the back door, startling Scarlet a bit.