Doggy Arch Novels & Stories

Dog door? Was that a pet door?

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.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and carefully disinfected my bloody wounds. When I fed Dobey again that night, it went berserk. It pounced on me, toppling me over, while Derrick watched viciously from the side. It wasn't until Chelsea appeared that he finally said, "Jacob Archer! What the hell did you do to Dobey? Did you feed him something weird again!" By the time Chelsea got someone to drag the doberman off my body, my flesh had been mostly ripped apart by its vicious jaws. Using the last of my strength, I stood up and immediately adopted a contrite posture.

"Don't you know? Renee sold off your company and the house for dirt cheap. She's trampling on everything you worked for! It's so unfair to you…" Hunter had been drowning in frustration, but after hearing her words, his spirits lifted. Right then and there, he vowed to rise again and give her the luxurious life she deserved. Three months later, they were officially married. They took their baby to a newly opened infant swimming center. "Welcome!" I stepped out of the store with a smile. However, I froze for a moment when I saw them. Trailing behind them was the very dog that had attacked me. It looked like Willow had taken the time to fix its broken leg. The moment the dog spotted me, it bare

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

The other wolves flanking Archie at the time swept their gazes around, wary of establishing a ready position in case the enemy they were waiting for suddenly appeared and attacked. Archie, on the other hand, howled quickly, breaking the flock's concentration and signaling the team Gabe was leading on the other side of the border. "What's the matter, Archie? Do you know anything? "Look into the brown wolf with black gradations across its right and left eyes. Archie lowered his head slightly, confirming what his friend had asked. He does know something. "Yes. I know who caused this minor earthquake. But I have no idea what caused it." Archie responded bluntly—as is.

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

He gently caressed his bond’s fur and the kitten purred in satisfaction. “Where are we going next?” Kael asked with a grin. “Let’s show Dio our favorite place,” Mika suggested then the twins immediately pulled Dio towards an alley. It took them a few minutes of following the straight alley before it showed a spacious archery park. There are seven targets aligned with almost 60 meters of distance from the target. Unlike other training grounds, the place was filled with commoners and even peasants who wore ragged clothing. “Welcome to our paradise!” Mika said before facing the servant who seemed to be the one in charge of the place.