Dogs Butt Bleeding Novels & Stories

“You fell. Your leg?” “Fine.” “You’re bleeding through your jeans.” “Everyone keeps saying things like that.” “I’m a vet. It’s an occupational hazard.” She stared at me. Then she laughed. It cracked halfway through and became something dangerously close to a sob. Moss left the subdued hunter only when Avery made a low clicking sound with her tongue. He came to her immediately, pressing his bloody muzzle into her shoulder. She wrapped one arm around him and buried her face briefly in his fur. Colton stood several feet away, chest rising and falling, his injured arm held stiffly at his side. Fresh blood had spread through his bandage. Of course it had.

He immediately backed away several steps and let out a low growl, sounding thoroughly annoyed with the mastiff's antics. A moment later, though, his growls turned into worried whines. The two dogs started going back and forth in their own way. Dumbo stayed sprawled on the ground, coughing as he weakly wagged his tail at Nicole and rolled over to expose his belly. It had only been a little over a month, but the once-powerful dog was now skin and bones. He looked dangerously close to death. Nicole sighed. She sprayed disinfectant over the blood first, then thoroughly disinfected the mastiff before dragging him into the yard.

I quickly recited a repair spell, my magic flowing easily, and fixed both the door and the singed wall, making the room whole again. "Look, Genesis, I know you don't want to worry your grandmother, but this is out of my range here. I think the dog bite was more than just a dog bite." He shifted his body, and I could now see where he had rolled up her shirt sleeve. The puncture marks from the dog were oozing a black slime, thick and viscous, and there were spidery veins, black and ominous, running up her arm from the mark, spreading like a disease.

When he felt his heartbeat settle to a more or less normal rhythm, he opened the door quickly and stuck his head out, prepared to duck back in and slam the door if the dog pounced. He immediately saw he had nothing to worry about. The Doberman lay on its side halfway down the hallway, its muzzle leaking a frothy white foam as well as blood. It looked like milk and tomato juice mixed together. A trail of bloody stool streaked the tiles, weaving and twisting as if the dog had run around in circles while excreting, apparently having lost the ability to control its bowels. Part of Patrick felt guilty. Other than the occasional insect, he’d never caused serious harm to another living creature in

And it wasn’t something that would bring me good news. Strange. I mumbled to myself as I finally looked back to the direction of this young wolf that was in front of me. I slightly look up high as I tried to look at the part of his nose, who seems to have a red liquid dripping down from it. No, it wasn’t something that came from his nose. It’s more likely coming from his… “Hey, you were bleeding” I softly mumbled as I tried to reach him, only to see him cover his mouth, who was dripping blood from it. He tried to hide it, but there is no use for. I already saw it with both of my eyes. He was bleeding in his mouth.

Blood spurted out and drenched Belle from head to toe. "Blood! It's blood!" she shrieked as she jumped away. She flicked the bloodstains off her dress in disgust while ignoring her mate writhing in agony on the floor. Before anyone could react, Drevan's ribs cracked with an audible snap. He coughed up a mouthful of dark, clotted blood—the kind that came from ruptured organs. He rolled and convulsed on the floor in agony, his body contorting into positions that shouldn't have been possible.

“Your bleeding… it’s becoming worse!” Papillon was scared of blood, but whenever it came to mine, she was no longer scared. And honestly, I was overwhelmed that my blood didn’t trigger her trauma. All she always had for me whenever she saw my blood was nothing but worry. “I’m going to get the doctor,” she cried, spinning toward the door in a panic. “I’m fine,” I said, catching her wrist. “You don’t have to call anyone.” She slapped my hand away, glaring at me through her tears. “How can you say you’re fine when you’re bleeding like this?! You’re not a machine, Demon! Stay right here. I’m getting the doctor.” With that, she rushed out of the room.

He was still bleeding from the open wound, luckily, the wound was not too deep. "Matt! Are you okay? Oh my god... You're bleeding!" Rose was worried about Matt. "Ugh..yeah, at least it's not too deep. I don't think it hit the artery." The beast that was thrashing before finally regained its senses back(aside from its left eye) and growled at the both of them. It was about to leap into another attack but suddenly an arrow struck right into its other eye. After thrashing and barking a bit more, it slumped to the ground.

Her fur was matted and missing in places. “There’s a puncture here,” Janine said shortly. “See the fur moving as she breathes?” “Yeah,” Carine said noticing the flutter. “Been used for fighting I expect,” Janine said. “We don’t do anything for a puncture,” she added. “But I’ll give her some painkillers and take some bloods to see if she’s got anything nasty.” Carine stayed with the dog until she was settled in one of the indoor pods, a small, clear cage where she could be monitored. She returned to the small room. Beginning to clear up and clean.

I asked, interrupting her. "You've brought in stray dogs into my house? What's wrong with you? Who knows what diseases it has?" I barked at her. "They have no diseases. I found one of them bleeding outside the gates of the house and took both of them to the vet. The bleeding dog was covered in puncture wounds, so we think he was mauled by another dog. The vet treated his wounds. Other than being terrified and in pain from the mauling, there's nothing wrong with him. The other dog is perfectly fine" she explained.