Dumb Dog Novels & Stories

The old man then proceeded to ask both Damian and Leonard what the greatest strength of their household, the Greyhound’s, was. The question caught them off guard. Damian glanced at Leonard, uncertainty flickering across his face before he reluctantly answered alongside him. They both hesitantly responded that their greatest strength was their intelligence, as often known and identified by their family name. Robert chuckled mockingly. “Intelligence?” he repeated, laughter edged with scorn. He rebuked their answer immediately, saying they were wrong. “On the contrary,” he said, “I am certain you are all quite dumb.” He did not soften the insult, calling them a stupid herd of fools.

The morning of our thirteenth year in Portugal begins with fog and oak at my feet. He's not a young dog anymore — seven now, quiet and steady, the way dogs become when they've learned that the world is not something to fear. His one blue eye and one brown eye watch me as I make coffee, as if he's cataloging my movements, learning my rhythms. He's nothing like Fig, nothing like Pippin, nothing like Orwell. He's just Oak. Himself. Enough.

Stupid fools! ***

Actually, I doubted blessed is what I call a human that turns into a dog and is a slave to the moon and the desires of the animal in him. “Leave me mutt. I am not in the mood to be trifled with.” The foolish mutt didn’t heed my warning. It prowled toward me, its tail high in the sky. I turned in a half circle to keep it in my sight but then tripped over a stone I failed to notice. “Damn this wretched body!” I cursed as I sat undignified on the ground. Humans were weaklings, yes, but this stupid girl was unpardonably weaker trhan the rest of them.

Hearing Albert's remarks, he naturally became very nervous. Albert seemed to be enjoying himself, pointing at the vicious dogs and saying to Julien, "Let me tell you, these dogs are really useful." He then leaned in closer to Julien, smiling as he continued, "Sometimes I watch those American gangster movies, and they get me frustrated. When those guys capture the enemies and interrogate them, they just keep punching and kicking, shouting 'Talk! Talk!'. Those methods are too crude. Actually, all you need are a few dogs like these. Starve the dogs for a day, then strip the guy you want to interrogate, cover his upper body with an iron barrel and a helmet on his head, leave his lower body compl

He said, then he drank the water. It seemed that Mr Rubber is really different from the farmer’s previous dog. She was pretty sweet, even though not as lovely as Lady Bunny. She always listened to him retelling his adventures. They played a bit of tag, but not very fast like Mr. Rubber here. Very rarely rough-housing the way Mr Rubber did. She got tired easily, and that’s also why Usha chose to harass the slimes in the forest. Remembering the sweet and lovely Madam Doggie made him sad and missed her so much. However, Usha couldn’t visit her anymore. Mewria said the goodest pet has gone to heaven and not everyone can visit there. Hopefully someday soon, Usha can go!

Since their chat was private, the others couldn't see their messages. All they could see was both of them standing still in the game. Meanwhile in the Messenger group, Imported Young Man asked: 'What are they doing? Why are they standing still? Stupid Dog: 'They're probably having it out in private. Let them be.' Stupid Dog: 'What the h*ll? Why is my name Stupid Dog while Linux is named as Imported Young Man? Hilda, you'd better f*king change my alias right now! And change it to something nice!'

Karen said as she cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand, she glanced towards the annoyed Vada giving her a cute drunk pout. Vada sighed deeply and accelerated again this time slow but steady. After few minutes of silence, Vada glanced over at Karen and found out she was about to fall asleep, she knew it would be disastrous to lift a drunk and sleeping fellow from the car to her apartment so she decided to keep her talking. "I never knew you could play draught like a pro, how did you learn?" Karen belched loudly and started,

Making it impossible to discern his blood from the blood of the bloodhounds. Blood seeping from the cut on his forehead. To fall in his eyes. Not healing. Showing his strength was curtailing. His vision was going hazy, limbs trembling. His mind felt numb. He knew he could stop them for just few minutes more. He doesn't know what will happen next. But he wanted to try till his end. He can't let his little Dove down. No! He has to do it. Distracted he doesn't realise when a bloodhound jumps on his back. Ripping his skin. And he rumbles. Shaking it off.

They rarely get close to the edge of the forest, where humans live. The dog was very obedient and followed behind the owner, but the dog's hunch forced him to turn his head to look at the bush again. The girl with the sexy body stepped out of the bush, and all around was the darkness. She doesn't have a piece of cloth on her. The white hair is up to shoulder length, but even more special is the pointed white ears. The dog went from a state of vigilance to a normal state of docility, as if it had learned something from the girl.