Dumb Dog Novels & Stories

My eyes widened, and a startled shriek escaped my lips. "AHH! Burog! You little pervert-are you really trying to mount that poor dog right in front of my house?!" Heat flared in my cheeks as I gaped at my pint-sized mutt, Burog, going at it with a dog easily twice his size. For such a tiny creature, he possessed a surprising amount of stamina.

He leaned down slightly, his breath hot against my cold face, and delivered his final, crushing sentence in a low whisper. "Who do you think you are? You're not a god, Danny. You're just a dog."

What kind of dumb human she is can't she understand her own heart and her own feelings she is already fallen to him but she is still denying her feelings and scolding her heart as stupid infact her brain is stupid though her heart is trying to make her realize real feelings she keep on trying to run away from her feelings iam damn sure this girl is dumb I think so that guy needed to take initiative otherwise this girl will be single forever if it lasts long she will become a single virgin ghost iam sure about this when this dumb human realizes her own feelings didn't her mom and dad teached to her how to act like a girl oh I will become a stupid if I stay longer with this dumb human I accept

The old woman lay on her bed, unable to move a single muscle. Slowly and painfully, she turned her head. A brown dog, of no particular breed, was sitting by her bedside, looking at her with sad, brown eyes. When he saw her turning her head, he moved a little closer, touching her cheek with his soft, cold nose. Slowly and with some difficulty, she smiled, which accentuated the wrinkles on her thin face. She tried to raise her hand to pat him, but her strength gave way, and her hand fell limply by the bed.

The hugest lackey laughed. “ I would take that from you if you were even a raisin smarter than my dog, ” I diminished. “ What ?! ” “ I forgot to add that it's a non-existent dog, ” I shrugged. I didn't even have pets, I should probably convince dad to get me one after this.

He then said, "There must be some mistake. This dog is a stray—Willow has never owned a dog." "She may love animals, but she was bitten by a dog as a child. She's terrified of them. There's no way she could be the owner of this rabid dog." As if trying to prove his point, Willow shrank behind him, trembling in fear. But seeing that she was ignoring it, the rabid dog let out a pitiful whimper. Then, it crawled under Hunter's legs and wagged its tail at her without hesitation, eager to please. Seeing this, a flicker of doubt crossed Hunter's face. The police didn't waste any words and simply presented the testimony from the neighborhood security guards.

One of his puppets blurted out. What the— Now this dude has actually spoilt my plans, but wait not entirely, let's hear what our dumb drake has to say. "Fuck," he cursed, "are you all that weak? He's dangerous, I am more dangerous. So get your butt up and let's start moving." He screamed furiously at his puppets who had no choice but to do as ordered. Okay dude isn't only dumb, he's stupid, the dumbest living thing I've ever seen. That was really fast.

Paisley asks, furrowing her brow. “That’s just an expression that means, where he went wrong or the mistake that took him down the wrong path.” I explain. “And in Daddy’s case that’s thinking that we’re better off without him.” “Mommy, that’s not an error, I think the word you’re looking for is just stupid.” Parker points out, quite astutely. “I love Daddy, but he’s being a big dumb-dumb.” I purse my lips to hold back my laughter. My pups know better than to call other people stupid, and in fairness, I’ve never heard them lob the word at other children. Still, I can’t argue with Parker’s assessment. Ethan is definitely being a dumb-dumb.

How to smile without showing too many teeth. I was terrible at it. I dropped things, Used the wrong fork, Smiled like I was in pain. Mrs. Holloway wrote notes on a small pad. She didn't show me what she wrote. Although I was really desperate to know. --- Adrian watched from the doorway. I didn't notice him at first. I was too busy trying to walk in a straight line without breaking my ankle. When I looked up, he was leaning against the frame, arms crossed, and his face was unreadable.

He said and I glared at him. "Dogs or cats?" I asked. "Dogs, cats are lazy and stupid sometimes." "Agree, dogs are cute. Big dogs or small dogs?" "Big dogs, belgian malinois." "What kind of dog is that? I've never heard it." Is that even a dog breed?. "Look for it, it's a police dog. Police use it to track drugs." "It's not cute." I stated after look at the photos. "Do you think I will like poodle?" He said sarcasticly.