Dumb Dog Novels & Stories

how have you been I'm being in hell you dumb fellow let me come out I will poke your face and eat your flesh strange voice : I never thought I will meet one more dumb fellow both brother and sister duo is dumb me : you fool how dare you to call me and my sister dumb you dumb, your mom dumb, your dad dumb, your grandpa dumb, your grandma dumb whole family dumb dare to call my sister and me as dumb I will slit your skin and feed to my co birds remember you nasty guy strange voice : god it's better if you shut your mouth me : where is my sister what you did to her

I didn't even bother to try to listen in on her one-sided muttered conversation as we walked the rest of the way home. I checked around to make sure there were no witnesses. A huge, black dog watched me from a nearby driveway. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't like he really counted or anything. Besides, he seemed friendly enough, tongue lolling out as if he was laughing at us. Stupid dog. ***

The Saber Master and the Sword Master were still persuading Ding Hao in his mind. Ding Hao's hand was gripping the hilt of the rusted sword. But just at the moment when he was about to strike, he finally sighed and shook his head. "I can't do such a thing." If the black puppy was a powerful and horrific existence, Ding Hao might have attacked immediately without any hesitation. But it was just a poor puny creature without much intelligence and strength. It did not understand the cold and dangerous laws of the jungle at all. As it scampered excitedly around its mother, it yapped proudly and affably at Ding Hao and the others.

"--see? Besides, I don't have my phone with me right now" "He better be calm, because his owner is irresponsible." Dobby barked like he agreed with what I said. "Dobby agrees. Dobby, don't go running, ok?" It's weird that I'm talking to a dog, but I felt relieved when Dobby barked again. It's as if he understands me or something. "Woah, Stacy Miracle is a dog whisperer. Can I hire you to train Dobby?" he laughed once again. I just ignored his nonsense question and asked him another one,

We ate some ice cream scones, and then, Ruby wanted me to build a sand castle on her. Barefooted, practically sprawled floor, I started building the sand castle on her. "Why does that dog looks so small, skinny and ugly?" "It's a Chihuahua, a Chinese dog." "Woah, never seen chi-wa-wa kind of dog before." "You have now." I was on her stomach this time, putting heaps and heaps of sand there, and was careful not to spill it on her face, when she fired another question again. "Why does that girl look sad?"

I start walking again and he follows me. – How long are you going to hide like a mouse? You have a name in every country, a fingerprint in every database,” he whispers. In the kitchen, her dog is slumped on the carpet. It was supposed to be a Belgian shepherd ten years ago, but the animal is too old. Virtually deteriorates. "Like a ghost", I suggest. "Like a coward," he corrects.

It is something that happens to the animal, so they continue searching for it. Not until a loud shout is being heard by them. "Heeeelp?" Ava doesn't bother herself to scream, enabling her to release the biting of the dog in her shirt. "Ava," Gerald calls, as he sounds worried about her. The dog becomes more aggressive when Ava cries more for help. Her scream does not loosen up its bite. "Jambo, release her. Your kind right? She's your boss, remember?" Gerald commanded his pet calmly. Jambo is a bulldog who came from England, where Gerald and Nicole bought it during their eight months of marriage. It's their favorite pet among their nurtured dogs in their house.

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 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?