Dumb Dog Novels & Stories

He looked at Terry: "You’re the dumb one?" "Oh! You’re the dumb one." Terry replied indifferently. Howard stretched his neck and shouted back, "Are you calling me dumb?" Terry tilted his head: "I’m calling you dumb." "Haha..." Robin couldn’t hold back his laughter from behind. This youngest little master was so adorable. Even when he was calling someone dumb, he made it sound so cute. His little expression was so innocent. Howard was stunned! This kid could argue back in such a cute way.

So, she wasn't here to clear the air; she was here to rub it in my face. "He's got tunnel vision when it comes to love. Once his hormones kick in, he does all kinds of dumb things. Nothing surprising there," I said, watching as Tanya's expression soured. But I just smiled. "You probably don't know this, but his close friends have a nickname for him. They call him a 'dumb husky'."

A good pet knows when it's being punished. You won't even remember this tomorrow, Damon. But I will. And after I deliver your final gift, I'll be gone forever.

Kye says and I can tell the others know nothing about it. "Who's Diablo?" Wren asks. "Red. My uncle's other dog that's not as sweet as Axel. He doesn't like people at all but he's a good sniffer," Kye says. The last time I saw Red, also known as old Diablo, was two years ago when Kye's uncle had lost one of his cows at his farm. Someone had stolen it and the look on Red's face when he spotted the thief and whatever he did to that man made me understand why they nicknamed him "Diablo", Spanish for "Devil". The dog is ruthless, Kye always says the dog is a psycho but he's perfectly normal if you ask me, kind of. He's a black pitbull that rarely wags its tail. Red eyes, pointy ears and a rude f

Night Chicken asked. Mad Dog smiled disdainfully. "Damn, standing in front of a good-for-nothing for so long, the numbness in my legs is not important. Most importantly, I feel disgusted." "Disgusted?" Night Chicken pretended not to understand. "What a joke! Aren't you disgusted when you stand in front of the toilet or garbage?" Mad Dog said gloomily. Night Chicken smiled gently and looked at Samuel. He shook his head and said, "Bro, my brother is calling you a good-for-nothing!"

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

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.”

“ if i...“ but i controlled my mind quick enough before i made something stupid. I looked at him and never realized how huge is balls were. There must be a lot of sperm inside them, i thought. Now, that was the first time in my life, i thought about to have sex with a dog. When that came to my mind i quickly said: “ you cant fuck me Diana“. Just that sentence made me feel comfortable again, that i had such a dirty mind. I took the leash and we both walked out the door. I didnt took long to reach the forrest and a lot of other men and women were walking with dogs. Everytime i saw a woman with a dog, i thought automatic about, if she ever fucked her dog. “ hmm this one is clipped, she cant“, i

I asked as I looked at the brown dog. Lupa giggled as the brown dog looked at me with what I swore was disgust. Hey, it's not my fault that doodles have become a fad. "A Chesapeake Bay Retriever. They're a hunting dog similar to a lab, but cooler. So, where'd you find him?" Damian answered my question and repeated his own.