Dumb Dog Novels & Stories

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.

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 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.

"Don't say that. If you didn't get picked this time, you'll get it next round. I was just...taking a walk. I-I'll get out of your way." Terrified of getting infected, he took off so fast that he tripped and tumbled down the steps. He had just reached the gate when he ran straight into Dumbo, who had stuffed himself at the Robinsons' and was taking a walk to digest his meal before heading back to Villa 50. A dog's nose never forgot a scent, and Dumbo knew the smell of every homeowner in the neighborhood. This guy was definitely an outsider, which meant he was probably up to no good.

I frowned and wait for him to answer. " I was coming out from the veterinary care with my star. Star was my pet dog's name. It was her usual checkup routine. I was going to my car along with her but she ran from my hold and sadly crossed the road before I could catch her. A girl was walking on the footpath with a grocery bag across the road. My star attacked that girl's bag making the girl panic and scream for help. On the other hand, I was yelling ' No don't panic she won't bite you ' but that girl rather than listening to me was yelling from the top of her lungs as if she was attacked by some lion. My star was so adorable and a good pet but that day I don't know what came into her which ma

“Usually right when you’re convinced your life is boring.” “And then, on that same street I walked past every single day, Jake appeared.” I laughed softly at the memory, the kind of laugh that only comes from remembering something so old it has already become part of you. “He was a pug. Tiny. Ridiculously stupid-looking.” I smiled faintly out the window. “If someone walked past him, he wouldn’t even turn his head properly. He’d just sit there panting like ‘habah habah’ with his tongue hanging out.”

Think Jane, think. “What do you call a magic dog?!” I half shouted, seeing we were still speeding up, the speed of the car saying 240 km/h. “What?” Damon said, not understanding what I was doing. “What do you call a magic dog? A labracadabrador.” I responded. I quickly continued “What do you call an alligator detective? An investi-gator!” I shouted at him. He looked at me. “Is this your way of distracting me? Lame jokes?” I looked at the speed and saw it was slowing down. “It's working, isn't it? I'm not good at thinking on the spot!” I said, trying to calm down. He shook his head and a small smile appeared on his face.

He tilted his head and whined, Achilles, you're the only one on my side. "Achilles, you're the only one who truly understands me." I sighed and hit my head in the table. Wah! I'm even talking to a dog, I'm so dumb. I'm so dumb. I'm so dumb. I'm so dumb! "Understands who?" Speak of the devil. If you weren't so good-looking, I would have beaten the life out of you! Hmph! "Ah, nothing. Anyway, shall we eat?" I asked instead instead. Gosh, this is gonna be a long day!

He's a loud, aggressive, and irritating. "Stop calling me that!" I snap back at him. "Sheesh, he talks!" Darren exclaims; as he heard a dog talks. "Haha! This is Mile Grimwine! We're in the Aid Club together." Zoe says. "Not 'cause I don't talk in class means that I'm disabled or someth—!" Darren pretty much smacks my back. "Whoa, bru! You're really somethin', y'know that?" "Don't hit him like that! He's too thin, he might break like a stick!" Zoe insults me with worried face. Way to go, dumbass!