Dumb Dog Novels & Stories

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

, 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 ask him raising a brow at him. "What things?" he says still acting dumb. "That wolves howl to the moon," I say with an eye roll. "Don't roll your eyes at me, that's rude," he says in a firm voice. "And not answering me is rude, so tell me," I say with a pout. "I'm not being rude, you should know," he says, and I do know, but he have to tell me, just to be sure. "I should know what?" he says. "You know, aren't you a big bad dom, unless if you're a really dumb dom, but I don't think you're dumb, cause you being dumb is really bad," I say making him chuckle.

The little dog wagged its tail, looking at her with round, adorable eyes. “Good morning, 23!” Mable picked it up and rubbed its fluffy head. “Why are you here? Where’s Blair?” 23 put its front paws on Mable’s arm, staring at her. “Come on, shake!” Mable reached her hand out, trying to get 23 to place its left paw in her palm. However, 23 was still young and had not been trained. It did not understand its owner’s command. It thought there might be a treat, so it immediately lowered its head to sniff.

" Shmue questioned, still staring at me. It made me wince a bit, but I didn't show it and simply kept unpacking the food on the table one by one. While secretly praying to God that Shmue will not notice anything unusual about me. "Yes, but why are you having trouble with the squirrel?" Dum questioned solemnly, and hearing Dum refer to me as a squirrel. Squirrel? I was irritated when I heard Shmue bust out laughing at what he heard Dum call his secretary. Dum, how could you compare me to a squirrel? As though I'm much more attractive with that ridiculous animal.

After collecting five truffles, Zen noticed the dog was becoming immune to Damian’s threat. Clunk! The next dig was a failure, and Damian glared at the slacking dog, who had pointed to the wrong digging spot. After coming so far, they had to forfeit this attempt because the shovels were not durable enough. Zen was about to tell Damian to give up and find a new way when the cyborg whooped the dumb dog mercilessly with his staff. Not expecting a player to whoop his ass, the farm dog howled in pain, but Damian did not relent.

I look above my head from where I’ pinned to the ground and see Damien standing there, looking amused. “Cerebus?” The name sounds slightly familiar, “Wait, the three-headed dog?!” Damien raises a brow, “The what?” “The hell hound,” I feel a bit sheepish explaining the mythical creature to him. “I assure you, Cerebus does not have three heads. And he’s not a hell hound, whatever that is supposed to be.”

the Vizsla's eyes narrowed. "Nope. You and your cast of 'Dumb and Dumber' have been treating us like idiots since we touched down at Ferenc Liszt International, so I'm pretending to be that simpleton sock-puppet just for you, Vizsla. You've added to that by heaping disrespect and derision on my people," I grinned.

"Are you dumb?" "Yes, and I also smell!"

“Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—” “— OH! YOU GETTING SHOT AT BY DIFFERENT CATEGORIES OF BULLETS IS NO BIG DEAL?!” Lenoir chuckled like an insane person and continued nagging while I tried my very best not to lose my cool. I didn't even have the strength to yell, I used up all my energy at court. “THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING SMART AND BEING STUPID! AND YOU MY DEAR WIFE DEFINITELY DON'T FILL THE CATEGORY OF SMARTS!!”