Dumb Dog Novels & Stories

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

Sage. Mr. Sage looked at the person kneeling on the ground. His words were full of ridicule, and he coldly said, "Don't you think you're a joke?" Especially after seeing Todd's expression, Mr. Sage thought it was ridiculously stupid. It was even a little pathetic. "You're kneeling in front of me now, and you're incomparable to a dog. What makes you think you could bark at me so loudly? You're almost acting like a dog, right now!" Mr. Sage slowly stood up and walked in front of Todd.

She swore she heard Gamma chuckle as he dropped his prize at her feet. The years slipped by, marked not by birthdays but by growth. At two, Cerebus was larger than any farm dog. At five, he dwarfed shepherds and mastiffs alike. By ten, he stood tall as a Great Dane, muscle rolling beneath his golden coat, each head sharp with intelligence. To strangers, he was nightmare made flesh. To Ellie, he was still the trembling pup who had pressed three noses into her jacket that stormy night.

I got up slowly from the metal chair and took two unsure steps toward the door. “Sit down!” the stocky guys barked, like I was his dog. Harsh dominant voice. Dogs obey voices like that, and so do some people. I trembled and sat down like an obedient puppy. Dogs come in variety of breeds, though. Some fight everyone without thinking. Some avoid conflict. Some are small nasty things with hollow voices. They sound frightening when yapping, and in reality are afraid of everything. Some dogs are just wise. They play with their enemies, learn their strengths and weaknesses and then they strike.

Great. Fact Two: Huskies have a lot of personality and aren’t a good choice for first-time dog owners. I looked at the dog in front of me. She nudged the bowl toward me with her paw. Yep, that sounds right. Fact Three: I’m screwed. “Okay, Sombra. I’ve never owned a dog, but I know one thing. You have to eat.” I shoved the bowl closer to her. She put a paw up to stop it. She let out a little rumble of noises, ending with a few yips.

“So before now, you thought I was dumb?” “I didn’t say dumb.” “You implied dumb.” “I said you got smarter.” “That means I was less smart.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It is exactly the same thing, you ungrateful pregnant criminal.” I gasped softly, more amused than offended. “Ungrateful pregnant criminal?” “Yes. You sit there touching our pup and thinking sad thoughts when you should be thinking strong thoughts. This baby does not need your fear as breakfast. It needs confidence, food and maybe fewer murder plans before noon.”

Five, my tall Doberman, watches over me all the time as my guard dog. My body was half-submerged and my arms under my chin. It's fun to imagine how clumsy Hessuel could be. "Did you know, Five? In my eyes, his strength makes him look hot. His ignorance makes him cute. From some angles, he's sincere and a hard worker. Just like..." I squeezed my lips. I chose to believe I was only mesmerized because of the power of the mate bond.

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

" Do not act dumb. I know you are not that dumb. " " You are holding a gun next to someone's head and you still call a man who has nothing on him a thief. " Mike chuckled. " You are quite pathetic." " You have some guts ,you know? Are you aware of that?" " Unfortunately, I am not aware of that. " " That ud because you are too dumb. " " How do you expect me to understand a single thing you say when you have been contradicting yourself all the while you have spoken? You said I am dumb. Yet you tell the same dumb person that he has guts. A dumb person is not supposed to have guts, you know."