Dumb Dog Novels & Stories

I stood rooted to the spot. Under these circumstances, should I be deaf or not? Keane Shaw turned to me, not at all caring that I'd discovered him in his act. Smirking, he wondered aloud, "Is there something wrong? Have you regained your hearing?" He was talking! Out loud! He was trying to trick me! I had to fight against my instinctive reaction to nod in response to him. Pretending like I hadn't heard anything, I signed at him defiantly, "You perv! Who does that kind of thing in broad daylight!"

Emily couldn't help but wonder if the dog was more intelligent than she thought. She noticed that the dog's fur was not very smooth and it didn't have a collar around its neck. It could be a stray dog wandering around outside. After the dog finished eating, Emily patted its head and asked: "Are you full now?" Unexpectedly, the dog immediately jumped under the sofa in the living room and let out a pitiful cry.

she murmurs, her voice small but happy. I watch as Callum visibly relaxes beside me, his shoulders losing some of their tension. His hand slips from mine, resting on his thigh as he leans a little closer to Nevina. “I... used to have...a dog a lot bigg-er than Little Bear. His name was...chance.” “Really?” Nevina looks up at him, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What kind of dog?” Callum glances at me, as if gathering strength, before turning back to her. “Germ-German shepherd. They are smart and brave.”

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

“He got that name because the fool chases anything—rabbits, bears, whatever moves. He doesn’t really know his limits, or how big and strong he is.” “He’s sweet,” Chloe mumbled, giving the dog one last pat before standing up. “I’m sure he’s very smart.” She knew the breed was known for its intelligence. “He is,” Gabe agreed, then added, “When he’s not chasing something that could get him killed.” Chloe laughed, clearly amused by the way Gabe talked about his dog. He acted like Chase was a troublemaker, but she could tell he really cared about him.

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.

Give Remy one praise and watch her turn into the she-devil. “Well, I want to have it. Mama says we’re twins. Twins share fish legs. Don’t be sel-pish.” “That’s sel-fish, boo-boo. How can I give you my toy when you’re so dumb!” I sat up quickly. “Rhea. Don’t call your brother dumb.” She yanked her frog toy away, then stopped her foot. Puffing out her cheeks. “But ‘is true. He is dumb!” “Rhea!” I scolded.

I turn away so he can’t see the big grin on my face. Beau gives a sharp whistle when we get close to the house and soon I see a large bloodhound come barreling toward us from where he’d been taking a nap on the porch. I laugh and drop down to my knees so I can pet him. He’s a beautiful dog, and I love him immediately. “What’s his name?” “Henry.” “Your dog’s name is Henry?” I ask with a laugh. Beau grins and pats Henry on the head. “What’s wrong with that? He has the personality of a Henry. He’s the smartest dog I’ve ever had, and there’s a very dignified air about him.”

I groan. “If he actually cares about you he won’t say anything but he’s also a dumbass so I doubt he’s smart enough to just keep his mouth shut,” she rambles. “Where is he anyway?” I sigh. “He went for a run, he probably won’t be back for another hour or so.” “Who the hell likes running that much?” she mutters. “He’s a wolf." A wolf is basically a dog and dogs love to run. That makes sense right?

And tried,but when he repeatedly tries to return to his normal form, nothing happens! He could not! whatever he do, he could not return to being a human, he immediately looked at where the dog plate was placed. "Is it because I ate dog food that I really became a dog?" Clever was terrified of the thought. He couldn't be bothered with the thought, how now? what will he do to get back to normal! he looked at the man's phone and immediately took it with his mouth. He tried to open it and fortunately there was no password nor security pattern.