Fat Golden Retriever Novels & Stories

" It was then that Helena emerged, not only with the adoption papers but holding aloft a pile of dog breed encyclopedias, a clipboard, and a fuzzy squeaky lobster toy. "I took the liberty of shortening it to three breeds," she declared. "A golden retriever for loyalty, a beagle for comedic relief, or a shiba inu because they literally look like they've been judging you since birth." Vandaulf arched an eyebrow. "Do you want us to get a dog or produce a sitcom?" "I want a pup with attitude," Helena said, placing the pile on the table with a clang. "Ideally one that will growl at someone just considering double-crossing my granddaughter-in-law."

“Beautiful dog. What's his name?” She gives a gentle tug of his leash and he stops walking, planting his fuzzy bottom on the ground and staring up at me with a smile while his tongue hangs out of one side of his mouth. “Her name is Goldie. I know, it's not original.” From the way she says the words, I imagine she has to defend her choice very often to strangers. “I think Goldie is a beautiful name for a golden retriever.” I glance down at the dog. “Hi, Goldie!” Her tail starts thumping on the sidewalk and her owner smiles even wider.

I got this German Shepherd. Spark, my tan and black German Shepherd, was a striking sight to behold. His sleek coat shimmered in the sunlight, a rich tapestry of earthy tones that shifted and danced with every movement. His expressive brown eyes held a depth of intelligence and loyalty that seemed to pierce straight to the soul, a sign of his unwavering devotion. He was more than just a pet; he was a loyal companion, a trusted confidant, and a cherished member of my family. At this rate, I think he is my only family, and I don't even mind it. I like it this way.

I say, “Although I am good looking, but no, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Jamie chuckles, “But that was a girl’s hair on your shoulder. Do you go to places like pubs or drinking bars a lot?” I snort, “No. The hair you saw was the dog.” “Dog?” I nod, “Yes, it’s my dog, Sunny. She’s a golden retriever.” Hah! Golden retriever. Henrietta is a golden retriever now, huh? As Jamie hears me, his eyes turn brighter, “Her hair is this long?”

Looking down, I saw a happy-looking golden retriever. "Oh, aren't you a darling?" I crouched down to get eye level with the dog, rubbing its soft ears while the dog gave me a panting smile. Her furry tail wagged uncontrollably. "I see you've met Goldie," a male voice said from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a tall, handsome man. He had black-framed glasses, thick sandy hair and a kind smile. With a dusting of white hair, I pegged him to be in his mid-thirties. He smiled down at the dog and me.

They had left the house for a walk with their pet dog, Lois. “ Girl, over here. We stopping for a bit.” Tricia whispered and Lois nudged her. They both took their seat while Lois hovered around with her tail high up in the air. She had been excited to go for a walk and now that they were here, she wagged her tail happily with her tongue hung out. She was a Golden Retriever about fifty-eight pounds. Dark golden color, she had been living for two years now. “ I'm all ears, Tricia. You wanted to say something.”

I said to him and he kept on barking as a sign of happiness "Look what I brought for you " I inserted my hand into my twenty-year-old bag to bring out the leftover pizza I brought for him. I stood up from where I squatted and jingled the pizza around which made him roll around and jump in circles as he tried to collect the pizza. "Catch!" I threw the pizza two feet away from him and he ran as fast as he could to pick it up. Peanut is an intelligent, playful Scottish Golden Retriever with a dark gold fur color i left him and started walking towards my apartment

Layla felt her breathe catch in her throat at the beautiful sight before her. She sat up further in the couch, staring at the magnificent golden wolf standing before her. He was huge, about three inches higher than her waist. His fur sparkled like melted gold and it ruffled softly in the cool breeze that blew in from the window. Sharp looking claws curved over the hard tiles on the ground and she could see the outline of the thick muscles under his fur. His fluffy tail that was bronze tipped wagged happily and the sight brought a smile to her lips.

I said patting the head of the golden retriever who was wagging his tail at me. “He is the only one who doesn’t fear me and I hate his stinking furs.” Giovanni scrunched his nose. I laughed seeing him making faces. “We also smell bad when we sweat in our wolf form, Gio. Don’t fuss over a cute dog. It’s good that Carlotta isn’t around or you have to face her grumpy mood. You know how much she loves Fluffy.” I said throwing the ball far and the dog ran to catch it. “You have over worked yourself, Gemma. I insist you to go back in your room and rest.” He said in a serious tone.

Ours were more intact than our Darkened brethren, apparently, but sometimes it didn’t feel like it. My familiar was a dog. A bounding Golden Retriever, with a dopey, open-mouthed grin and soft brown eyes. She meant well, and tried her best, but often her guidance was to “follow my heart” and to “trust in myself” – neither of which were statements that were often very helpful at all. It was the sort of motivational post I could find on a lifestyle blog in an instant, should I be so inclined, but I supposed that talking through things with her was useful – far more so than any of the advice she actually gave.