Frankenweenie Dogs Name Novels & Stories

“What are you going to name it?” I looked down at it, and it stared back into my eyes with its grey ones, panting heavily. Grinning, I remembered how it was attacking the farmers so madly when they had tried to touch it. Like a zombie. Now that I thought about it, it made me giggle. The sight of a little pig trying to kill three full giant farmers. “Frankenswine.” I giggled, “let’s name it Frankenswine.”

she says as she heads out of my room. 15 minutes later I'm wrapped up in comfy clothes that I got yesterday with the boots and fluffy socks peeking out at the top when we stop in front of 5 barking dogs. "So you've got Zeus, Zeke, and Scout as the German shepherds, and you've got Winnie and Enzo as the Cane Corso dogs." "Winnie?" "His sister chose the name as a joke. She's currently in Italy but she's amazing. Honestly so cool"

“Yes, yes. I will contact him now.” I threw an arm around Serena and walked with her towards the door. Marquee and Mario moved aside. I paused as I remembered something important. “The German Shepered, what’s his name?” “Nala,” he answered. “Nala,” I tasted the dog’s name. She’s a girl… “She’s coming with us.” Marquee nodded unwillingly. I opened the door and remembered another thing. “Oh, if you are lying to me about this rogue, I will rip your head off and feed it to the pigs.”

When he first moved into our neighbourhood, Dre offered to show him around, only because she had a huge crush on him then. Riley liked her, but his huge, monstrous dog didn’t, and scratched Dre across her leg. Dre laughs. “I miss Riley and his dog.” “And his dog?” I smile. “And his dog, “ Dre agrees laughing. “I think its name was marmalade." "It’s always the dogs with the cutest names that try to kiss you," I laugh. Dre smooths out her sundress and then lies on the blanket again. I roll over to my side, watching her from her profile.

"Is that the name of an animal? It does sound like one, doesn't it, my dear Brianna?" Brianna giggles and swats his arm playfully. "I think it must be the name of a dog, Lucien. Yes! It is, I just remembered that my friend Charlotte has a puppy. His name is Duke. I always call him this way whenever I want to feed him; Duke baby, Duke? Where are you? Your food is ready! It sounds nice, doesn't it?"

Nathan grinned as she bent down to pat her head. Willow's eyes widened and then she blinked in surprise when the dog made its way towards her and began sniffing her. "What's its name?" she asked him. "Star," Nathan replied. "That's cute," she said and bent down to ruffle the dog's fur. "Awn, you're such a cute little thing," she cooed and the dog barked happily before running back to the living room.

She needed to know the extent of Chucky's injuries. “Alpha Romeo seems perfectly fine, Miss Annabelle…” The vet started explaining before being interjected quickly by Annabelle. “The dog’s name is Chucky, not Alpha Romeo.” Annabelle corrected sharply, her finger pointing to the form on his desk. The vet visibly flinched and glanced uneasily at Chucky before he continued. “Oh, Chucky is not a Siberian husky, Miss Annabelle. He's a wolf.” “Oh.” Annabelle exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise, looking alarmed as realisation dawned upon her.

Granted we had no dog, it was just the first place we were both interested in. The dog park was full of different breeds. Some were young and spunky, while others were old and just tried their best to avoid the rambunctious pups. Eliza and I found a picnic table under a huge oak tree. We finished our lunch and goofed around for a bit. But the laughing came to an abrupt end when a Frisbee crashed into Eliza's head. She fumed and spun around in anger, only to freeze. There was Cooper and his brother Carter, and Lucas. Cooper started apologizing to Eliza and she repeatedly reassured him he was fine. Carter picked up the Frisbee that a small brindle Frenchie and a lanky Jack Russel were fighting

He barely have time to cover his sensitive groin before a fuzzy, furry missile streaks through the door and leaps onto the bed, landing with a floomp. Another few centimeters to the left and he would be a eunuch. Thankfully, the dog bomb missed. “Xerxes!” Jackson grumbles to his Yorkie. His full name is Xerxes the Great, and his behavior warrants use of his full government name, but he was too asleep to scold him fully and properly.

He wiggled the leashes in his hands. "Where'd you get them?" "Just by the roadside where the second popped out from." "But they're just so cute." I gushed at the little puppies. "Do you even know their breeds?" "The hell do you take me for? They're Lhasa Apso." I defended myself. "Ten points to Roxanne!" "I'm going to have to get used to that name, innit?" "Yup." He popped the 'p'. "You know you can just call me Roxy right?"