Homeward Bound Chance Dog Novels & Stories

"Marcus is definitely one of the most paid PAs in the whole of Florida, but I'm sure he won't mind more. But sure, Dad. Let me make some calls. I'll get back to you." "Thank you. I owe you. Whatever you want I'll get it, even a yacht." "Oh please, Dad." She laughed. "You owe me big time." We ended the call and I sat down on the edge of the couch, waiting. Twenty minutes later, my phone buzzed. Emily. "Okay, I found one," she said. "They have a husky and a pharaoh hound. It's a bit out of town, but the owner said they've been there for a while. They're desperate to find them a home."

I ask, making a face at the dog, and it shakes its head. Okay, he understands. I know to be quiet around him now. I’m sure Emmett won’t have a useless pet. “Do you think he’s going to return home tonight?” I ask, and he barks. I don't know if that bark means yes or no. “Let’s do it like this: if you think he's coming back home tonight, hop to the left. If he won’t be returning home tonight, hop forward. Do you understand?” I ask, pressing my palms to my waist as I move closer to the door.

"Don't say that. If you didn't get picked this time, you'll get it next round. I was just...taking a walk. I-I'll get out of your way." Terrified of getting infected, he took off so fast that he tripped and tumbled down the steps. He had just reached the gate when he ran straight into Dumbo, who had stuffed himself at the Robinsons' and was taking a walk to digest his meal before heading back to Villa 50. A dog's nose never forgot a scent, and Dumbo knew the smell of every homeowner in the neighborhood. This guy was definitely an outsider, which meant he was probably up to no good.

It is something that happens to the animal, so they continue searching for it. Not until a loud shout is being heard by them. "Heeeelp?" Ava doesn't bother herself to scream, enabling her to release the biting of the dog in her shirt. "Ava," Gerald calls, as he sounds worried about her. The dog becomes more aggressive when Ava cries more for help. Her scream does not loosen up its bite. "Jambo, release her. Your kind right? She's your boss, remember?" Gerald commanded his pet calmly. Jambo is a bulldog who came from England, where Gerald and Nicole bought it during their eight months of marriage. It's their favorite pet among their nurtured dogs in their house.

Maybe driving will help clear our minds enough that we can function. Two Dogs, Madison’s crazy pit bull, gets up and mopes behind me. I grab his leash off the rack by the back door and decide to bring him with us. He whines when he should be happy at a chance to go for a car ride. Somehow, he knows Madison’s in trouble. At least the damn goat is in Flagstaff or we would have a menagerie in the back seat.

“Mrs. Vance has requested that I escort you through the mansion grounds. May I enter?” My head snapped toward the door, then down to my ripped dress. “A-A moment, please!” I called, my voice cracking. I quickly smoothed down my white velvet gown, checking for any wrinkles. On the floor, Bruno lifted his massive head from his paws, gave a sleepy yawn, and wagged his tail. He looked completely unbothered. I turned back toward the bed, my eyes landing on the dropped towel and basin on the floor. My head began to race with questions.

How will he find her? “Angel, she was taken away in a van. It’s been three days. He won’t be able to find her.” Boomer growls and Angel looks at me with a smirk on her face. “He can and he will. Don’t underestimate him. His breed was used in war, for protection. They are known as warrior dogs. He is a tracker, a hunter by nature. He will find her and he will stop at nothing until he does. Now either round up your men or stay here.” She says as Boomer scratches at the clubhouse doors.

Plus, I appreciated Chester asking me personally. "Of course, boss, that's not a problem. I know where Manang Adel lives, so I can drop Getty off at her place," I agreed. Chester smiled warmly and approached me, carrying Getty, who was incredibly calm. Getty was a sweet dog, quiet and adorable. I really wanted to have a dog like her, but I couldn't afford a purebred dog like Getty. I loved hugging furry dogs, but I also knew that any dog, regardless of breed, could be wonderful as long as they were loyal and didn't bite their owner. I was sometimes afraid of big dogs that might chase me, as I'd been chased by dogs before.

It will be about a thirty-minute walk from here before we get to my house. --- As we were about to cross the part of the highway that I dreaded the most, something caught my eyes at the opposite side of the pedestrian crossing. It's a black Poodle barking at us. I remember what OJ told me that most animals could sense us, just like how Kitty made friends with her. And what is more interesting… is the woman who walked with the black dog. She looks very familiar.

Unless. Agent's paws couldn't move fast enough as he ran through the compound to the stairs that took him down to the altar in the basement. The only instances of pain from a bond he could remember recording was when a tom who’d been bonded to one of his no-furs had died in a sudden accident. The no-fur had suffered terribly for days before he finally took his own life.