Hachi A Dogs Story Novels & Stories

Ah, home sweet home. She immediately saw their female Japanese spitz dog, Pitchy, who wagged its tail excitedly the moment she saw her. She smiled widely and approached its cage, gently patting its head. Pitchy barked and she giggled. How cute! The noise that Pitchy created made her mommy open the door.

Hans is already waiting for me, sitting in one of the individual leather chairs, sipping a glass of whiskey. "Problems in paradise?" he asks. "Chiara wants to adopt a dog, and it’s not just any dog, it’s a giant Great Dane," I say, sounding as exasperated as I feel. Hans laughs. "It seems Chiara is determined to make you love animals as much as she does," he says. I glare at him.

With that thought in mind, Hazel decides to honor his memory by living her life to the fullest. One day, Hazel is walking in the park when she sees a lady sitting by herself on a bench, looking sad. She approaches the lady and asks, "Is everything okay, ma’am?" The lady looks up at her and says, "I lost my dog, and I'm so sad." Hazel's heart breaks for the lady, and she sits down next to her. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Tell me about your dog." The lady tells her all about her dog, describing his silly personality and the way he always greeted her when she came home from work.

I call out. I soon hear little patters on the floor, the three dogs, Aura, Kyra and Fang. One of Erica’s favourite movies when she was younger was White Fang, hence the name. They rush to greet me, all waiting for a scratch behind the ear and the treat I always give them when I come in. I take them from my pocket, giving each of them one, and they disappear to eat them. “Auntie Aubrey.” Daisy beams excitedly, running towards me. I scoop her up, hugging her. She is only three, so she is easy to pick up.

I then started a post with the simple title of, "Scumbags Don’t Deserve to Have Dogs, Let Alone a Home." What followed was a series of photos, including a screenshot of Sierra's first post on her side account, photos of me with Bingo when he was a pup, the missing dog flyer I created when he went missing, and the scars on Bingo's neck from the shock collar. I even added a video of Bingo's traumatized behavior.

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"

The day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.

"Quick! Do a quick search! I want to know who had hurt my Howling Celestial Dog." He was furious when he smelled the scent of chili powder on the Howling Celestial Dog. Even though the Howling Celestial Dog was not a godly beast, it was an enchanted dog. It had been with him for thousands of years; it was always brave and had never let him down. Yang Jian could not bear it when he saw his loyal dog harmed by mere chili powder. As the saying went—watch out for its owner when you hit a dog. Yang Jian felt he was humiliated that someone had dared to hurt his dog.

We ate some ice cream scones, and then, Ruby wanted me to build a sand castle on her. Barefooted, practically sprawled floor, I started building the sand castle on her. "Why does that dog looks so small, skinny and ugly?" "It's a Chihuahua, a Chinese dog." "Woah, never seen chi-wa-wa kind of dog before." "You have now." I was on her stomach this time, putting heaps and heaps of sand there, and was careful not to spill it on her face, when she fired another question again. "Why does that girl look sad?"

No one tried to stop us as we passed them. Hachiro threw our luggage into the back of his El Camino. “I’m taking my baby. Meet you down here.” I winked, heading for my baby. Mayu looked between the two vehicles before hurrying to get in my Camaro, giving a small wave to her lover as I sped down the driveway that would lead to the beachfront area of the property and where the one-bedroom beach house waited.