Dogs Stomach Rumbling Novels & Stories

There’s so little space in my stomach that you can see their butts or heads or sometimes their feet when they kick out because there’s just not enough room in there. My little stomach-extenders obviously love their father more than they love me because they stop shifting around so he can touch them. Raif is purring loud enough to practically bring down the rafters in our bedroom and somehow my pups don’t seem to care that I’M the one who is just as uncomfortable as they are.

Conrad muttered under his breath, storming into the living area where everyone was getting ready for lunch. Beth looked up. “What’s bothering you, Master Conrad?” “Toby. Is it really just me? Didn’t you guys hear the bark?” Tristan laughed. “Your imagination again.” “We heard the barks, Conrad. Dog barks along the streets,” Hayden said, turning the page of the newspaper in his hands. “It’s not unusual.” “Are you sure you’re all right, bro?” Logan put in, looking at Conrad over his bland coffee. “Need to see a doctor or something?”

As she took a few steps to where her Marine family stood, the dog began his ritual to initiate the shift from dog to hound. “Body shake,” Jack said as Teuf shook out his body. “Upward dog,” Gunny said as the dog stretched out his back legs. “Downward dog,” Jill said as he lowered his head between his paws before standing back up. “Head shake,” Doc added as the dog’s head shook. “Shoulder roll,” Celeste completed as Teuf rolled his shoulders before he did his own shift. “I love watching him shift.” Sammi said as clapped her hands excitedly.

She pouted just a little when he stomped it on the deck, then threw it over the balcony. “I, I was just, I,” she stumbled over her words, completely stunned at the gorgeous man glowering over her. “Well,” he tapped his foot impatiently, as if he were dealing with a child. “It helps my nerves,” she finally stuttered. “And what is that?” Drago gestured to her dog, who was still snoring away, unfettered by the handsome doctor’s presence. “Oh, that’s Thor, my mastiff,” “Mastiffs are good guard dogs,from the time of the Romans,” Drago said thoughtfully.

snapped Cassie, "I like 'em! They are so cute, especially puppies and you just wanna hug them so tight or let them play with a squeaky toy..." "Haha," Henry interrupted, "fun-fact! Did you know that dogs play with squeaky toys just because that noise produced by those toys sounds the same as the sound produced by their dying prey?" "Why do you always have to ruin a perfectly good moment?" Carmen narrowed her eyes at him. "Doesn't sound so cute now, does it?" "Mr. Gordon, what do you think you're doing?" called the history teacher after spotting Ben drawing a pair of devil horns on an illustration of a dog's head.

Fiona Forger didn't think much about it and finished eating before going downstairs, passing by the old master's place. The veterinarian had also arrived to examine Xu, their dog. After asking questions and placing Xu on a special mat, they checked his soft belly fur, finding nothing unusual except a slight redness. "Has he come into contact with any other dogs recently?" "No." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I've been with him at home these past few days, but he's been restless like this." "Does he have a fever?" "No." The experienced veterinarian nodded, "If that's the case, there's no need to worry about him being sick. The reason for his restlessness is due to a condition called pseudo-pregnancy."

The barking came again, more urgent this time, echoing like it was running the length of the hallway toward me. My heart pounded. What the hell is really going on downstairs? And how come I never noticed a barking, growling, four-legged roommate in this psycho mansion before? The barking grew louder, almost frantic now, accompanied by the rapid drum of paws against the floor. My chest tightened. Damien didn’t strike me as the type to like dogs. He struck me as the type to shoot them for barking too loud. I froze mid-thought. Oh God. The barking wasn’t deep like a Rottweiler’s or sharp like a German Shepherd’s. No. This was higher-pitched, playful, almost too sweet for the hellhole I was in.

She yelled in a whisper. "They could be nice," I tried looking at the bright side. "And dogs aren't nasty. They are obedient and cute." As I complimented the dogs, a feminine shriek caught our attention. One of the maids who was watering the plants was surprised when one of the dogs growled and barked at her. "Nice and cute, huh?" They're drooling, and their eyes are flaming in rage for no reason. That's a huge red flag. "This better not be the reason why I'll be stepping behind bars." Grumbling like a stomach beside me, Monica clicked her tongue and gripped one of the branches of the tree.

Curious glances from her neighbors made her feel uneasy, as she always felt nervous when others stared at her, fearing she might have done something wrong. The attention from others made her stomach churn uncomfortably. She tried to soothe it by rubbing her abdomen gently, worried that she might feel nauseous. The discomfort in her stomach added to her unease, and she anxiously waited for it to pass. At that moment, James arrived at the scene, a bit late, with Bingo in tow. The dog seemed to remember Rowan and excitedly barked, wagging its tail, eager to run towards her. James, being perceptive, sensed something was wrong as he approached. He held onto Bingo's leash firmly, preventing the do

I breathe out strongly as I heard nothing. Tending to calm down, I sneezed. A strong musky smell was perceived in place of the fresh air. It hurt my throat and my eyes were tearing up like sniffing sliced onions. The sound howled again but I had procured my mind to be rigid that I was unfazed by it. From the loudness, I confirmed the sound was from inside... deep down like it was drowned inside a pit. The bulldog was inside the building. What... what... what... kind of dog made such terrifying sounds?