Dolly Dalmatian Novels & Stories

I faked a smile, but inside I was a mess. A month later came the next big "miracle." Sienna started following simple commands—blinking, moving her eyes, even swallowing spoonfuls of liquid food. Desmond's voice cracked as he grabbed the doctor's hand. "A miracle! This is a miracle!" Matilda sobbed into Sienna's shoulder, chanting her name like she could call her back for real. A week later, it finally happened. On a bright morning, Matilda whispered to her like always—and Sienna's eyes slid open. Clear but hazy, like she was surfacing from some endless dream. Her lips shook, voice barely there.

“We just…we butt heads. She inherited her aunt’s horse rescue when she died and is in way over her head but refuses to accept help. And Pongo is a horse, not a dog.” “Oh.” Rory twists the cap off the wine. “Isn’t that the dog from the 101 Dalmatians movie?” “He is,” Quinn answers, nodding her head. “The horse is black and white,” I reply. “Oh, makes sense.” Rory takes the wine to the table and pours a glass for her and Quinn. “Sorry I meddled, but guys—” She looks at everyone at the table. “You have to admit you thought there was something too.” “Nope,” Dean and Archer say at the same time.

Dolly growled even louder, her teeth bared while barking frantically behind Cherry. Cherry almost ignored Dolly thinking the dog wanted to provoke her but started to take her dog’s behaviour to heart because Dolly never in such manner since she got adopted. She has always been a sweet easy going Australian Shepard, and never attacks people without provocation. Cherry remembered the days when Dolly usually barks at her shadow, but not in this way. “What is wrong Dolly? Did you see something?” She moved to the distressed dog patting her soft fur softly. “Tell me.” Cherry calmly spoke to Dolly but the dog was not calming down.

"Now that alpha leadership is established, fess up. What's the girl name for?" Shelby rolls her eyes with a smile. "When I was young my mother bought a purebred standard poodle and named her Daisy." Her voice lowers. "She was the sweetest and smartest puppy on the planet. As she grew it became evident she wasn't the perfect purebred dog my parents paid for. When they questioned the seller, he admitted his female may have come into contact with their German shepherd. My parents gave Daisy back and received a full refund. It devastated me. Two years ago, I saw an advertisement for shepadoodle puppies and decided to check them out. The only one who looked like my Daisy was this monster." She re

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

“Open.” He lifted a brow, amused, but didn’t move. “Killian,” I said, mock-stern. “Eat.” “I’m fine—” “Please? I want you to eat too.” I gave him my best puppy eyes. “There’ll be a reward if you do.” His eyes darkened instantly. “A reward?” I nodded, suddenly shy but determined. He opened his mouth obediently. I slid the fork in, watching him chew, then cut another piece. And another. Every time he swallowed I praised him softly.

' She would cry. The only different thing about today was how while scrolling through her feed, the most random thing had popped up. 'Click here to apply to be Roman Dalmain's wife.' "What?" She had chuckled. Roman Dalmain was one of four Dalmain children. Everyone knew who the Dalmains were. They owned multi millionaire brands and one of the world's largest retail websites, shopdalmain- where one could literally buy everything. [Lily indeed ordered a frog hat there; so, everything!]

She didn’t remember him mentioning her. Violet smiled. “Mm-hmm.” The manager finished checking Goldbar and walked over with it in his arms. He saw Violet and smiled. “Ms. Lovegood, you’re here. Lady is done with her shower. I’ll bring her out in a bit.” “Don’t worry about it. I’m not in a hurry.” Violet looked at the Alaskan Malamute in Daisie’s arms. “Do you like dogs too?” She replied, “Yes!” “I love them too. I have a poodle called Lady. What is this cutie’s name?”

Its pink tongue lolled out of its mouth as it panted happily. Damien crouched down, immediately scratching behind the pup's ears. "Awwww. What's the name?" The woman holding the leash smiled. "Suzie. She's a Labradoodle, six months old." "Well, hello, Suzie. You look like a good girl. Are you a good girl?" Damien cooed, speaking in a baby voice. The puppy yipped back at him excitedly. He turned to me, shifting to make room. "C'mon, Jack."

Lila and Sammy have been working for me since their mom died a few years back and have grown up in our world and know better then to do anything behind my back. “Heal” my little dove says as she passes Jinx-sun and pats his shoulder since she can’t reach his head. He growls lowly under his breath and rolls his eyes. “You too twiddle de and twiddle da” she pulls up a chair at the furthest end of the table and sits. “Play nice” I warn slightly amused at her never ending sarcasm. That’s one of the things I’ve most appreciated about my little dove. She’s quick on the draw when it comes to never backing down with her smart ass comments, names and come backs, but it’s also one of the things that d