Dogs Stomach Rumbling Novels & Stories

Rats scurry openly across the uneven stone, their tiny claws scraping and their red eyes gleaming in the faint torchlight that flickers from a single sconce high on the wall. Every so often, one brushes against my leg or gnaws at the edge of my bag, forcing me to shift uncomfortably. In the adjacent cage, large bull dogs are locked and making great noise, their deep barks and snarls echoing off the walls in a constant, maddening chorus that rattles my already frayed nerves. Their massive bodies slam against the iron bars, foam flecking their jaws as they strain toward me, clearly starved and agitated for sport.

Her belly growls loud and we all chuckle. Time to feed our pup.

He murmurs, “Are you okay?” I nod, choking back my emotions. The room is still spinning, and I’m afraid I’m going to be sick. “Mommy, wha’s wrong!” The pups gather around me anxiously, their faces scrunched up in concern. I try to draw in a few breaths of air, but it isn’t easy at all. I clench my eyes shut against the room whirling around me in a sickening blur, trying to gauge whether or not I’m going to be sick – and whether I’m steady enough to reach a restroom if that is the case.

I notice Damian making eye contact with his dad suddenly before talking with him. “He’s been making that weird little whine a lot and he’s struggling to breathe bad enough that he’s not talking.” “You can actually hear it?” Alpha Demetri sounds shocked. “Yes, but I’ve never heard a whine like that. Have you?” “It’s not common for an adult to have that whine, but I have heard it plenty when I was an intern at the hospital during my pediatric rotation. Pups experiencing high levels of distress and pain will make that sound at regular intervals. Usually only parents and those naturally inclined to the medical field can hear it. I believe it’s a distress signal that pups use to communicate that

I notice that his ears are perked up and he cocks his head as he tries to hear something over by the closet. Making him sit, I crawl out of bed to find out what is making that noise. The closer I come to it, the faster the scratching gets. Scared that it's some kind of animal in the wall, I hesitate because the last thing I need is a rat bite or a bat flying out from somewhere in the dark. Bubba barks louder and runs to my side. “Bubba sit!” I command, because if it is a rodent he might get bit. I don't want him getting rabies and there is no way of knowing what is exactly causing it.

Like turquoise. A dog barked from her bedroom. Rose jumped, feeling foolish. She’d left her German shepherd, Callie, in her bedroom while she’d been moving in, forgetting her when Seth Thornton had appeared. Guilt assailed her as she went to let Callie out of her tiny bedroom.

I whisper as I keep finding myself saying. When the pups start moving around feverishly, I realize that I had better eat or they will probably consume me from the inside out, so I get dressed and rush downstairs before I start to feel like I am going to puke. All the aromas coming from the kitchen for lunch hit me at once and then my senses go into overdrive. Rushing to the bathroom, I barely make it to the toilet before hurling my stomach acids.