Homeward Bound Chance Dog Novels & Stories

“And I’m not judging you. They saw that love is blind. But your boyfriend is an animal, so offence” None taken my love. Thinking back to the animals Aput is living with, I understand her sentiment now more than ever. Speaking of the animals, a smile returns to my face over the realization that I can leave them, that I can leave that zoo forever! “I’ll clean up when I get home and you can move in tomorrow or the day after, anytime you’re ready,” she says, whipping out her phone. “Let me give you my number, so you can call me when you decide.”

" He chuckled softly. I felt my face heat up, knowing exactly what he was about to say. My friends stared at him, wide-eyed, eager for the explanation. Romer leaned back in his chair, his smile widening as he spoke. "So, when we were little, Lya was the first one in our group to be able to shift into a wolf. It was a huge deal because we were still really young, and no one else could shift yet. But the thing was... she couldn’t exactly control it very well." He glanced at me, his eyes twinkling. "Every time she got scared, nervous, or embarrassed, she would shift into her wolf form. And because she was so young, her wolf looked more like a little sweet puppy than anything else." I immediatel

"You're being so mean. What if you scare her away? I don't want to be branded as the homewrecker who ruined her friend's relationship." "Woof! Woof!" Daisy squirmed, trying to jump out of my arms. "Bad dog!" Sophie cursed before pretending to cower behind Hayden. "I'm terrified of dogs. Get it away from me." "That awful woman is scolding me again. In my last life, after you died, she was the one who broke my leg!" Daisy nuzzled against me. I shivered. It felt like someone was slamming a hammer into my chest, knocking the air from my lungs.

Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box

"I'm sure they're playing together. He's a tough dog and can handle himself." "He's a ten-pound Yorkshire Terrier." This summer he let a chipmunk chase him through the yard. He ran away like a lion was after him. The only reason I wasn't ten grand richer from America's Funniest Home Videos was because I couldn't get my phone camera out in time before the chipmunk lost interest and gave up the chase. I walk down the short hallway, scanning the one bathroom in the home, and push open the door. A white cloud billows out settling at my feet.

I said gently petting her head. I gave the officer the information I had remembered on Adira - her age, the college she was in and that she had no family near - her only brother was stationed overseas and she had an uncle that worked for the government but lived states away. The officer tugged on the dog again but before he could speak again I cut him off. "Leave the damn dog. I'll buy him. I don't care. Can't you see he's the only one smart enough to offer her comfort around here," I snapped. I looked over to the chief and said "I'll buy you two more for him, just let her have him." He nodded and asked the officer to get his paperwork for me.

"I need you to do something for me, and you probably won't like it, but it might be our only chance of getting out of here." Talking to her animals had been a way for her to feel less alone on her farm. It did the same now, soothing her as much as the bull had. Reaching him, she started petting his shoulder in long strokes, gradually pressing harder to guide him where she needed him. He resisted at first, but slowly started taking steps in the direction she wanted him to go. "Good boy, Homer. Just a few more steps," she coaxed. Ducking under his neck, she started the process on the other side to slow him down—long strokes on his shoulder, gradually pressing harder until he stopped walking. L

A dream come true, truly. Even if light didn't arrive for another few hours, it was already two in the morning. She walked quickly to her house, where her dogs, Chowder, a Chow Chow breed, Rosie, a native dog, and Sushi, a Shi Tzu breed, welcomed her. Dogs make Annika very happy since she adores them so much and they are always ready for her. She then peeks into her mother's bedroom and notices that she appears to be fast asleep.

The golden retriever continued to bark, each one louder than the last and the old lady crouched to pet it, baffled as to why the animal was acting strangely. I once read about a dog that went mad after moving in with a family that were victims of a poltergeist disturbance. It was one of the reasons why I had never thought of getting a pet and I watched the blind woman continue to pet the animal in a bid to calm it down sadly. It was best I went in now. I ran up to the door and pounded, hoping for the best, hope was all we had now. I could hear movements from inside the house and despite the cool evening, I felt a beads to sweat soak my gray dress shirt.