Homeward Bound Chance Dog Novels & Stories

So, he asked Aurora, “How is Jasmine’s current condition?” Aurora tilted her head and said, “Jasmine is in pretty good condition.” As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something, and she hurriedly said, “By the way, Master Wade, Jasmine has an Akita dog at home now. It is a pure breed, and it is really very cute. I think that there is no other good Akita dog breed in Aurous Hill. Jasmine said that your friend gave it to her?”

“Is it because of your pride?” “No,” he whispered. “Because this is important to me.” “Why?” “Because I…” Chadwick stared at her. “I…to you, I…” “I?” “I…. a dog.” Adira tilted her head. A dog? Did Chadwick say that he is a dog? “You are what? A dog?” Chadwick gulped. Then using his eyes, he pointed the direction behind Adira. Slowly, Adira turned around. Then she saw a black American Pit Bull Terrier. The dog is wearing a red collar and chains, which means he accidentally got out from its owner’s gate.

It would have been better if it was a normal dog but a dog with three heads, with a scary look and sharp fangs. Was this the end? "Welcome to the den of Cerberus." The voice roared as the Cerberus dogs approached team Sharon with their sharp fangs dropping with saliva. Mrs. Tom walked out of her house with a car key, she jingles it as she walked out. "Dear, am off." She said closing the door behind her. "OK honey, I'll be leaving home for an appointment soon." A voice rang out. "The one you told me about, with detective Gomez?" Mrs. Tom asked.

Bikes were open and a great way to work my legs when I couldn’t shift with humans around. Inside the truck was an anxious dog, it looked like a pit mix. He was nervous, locked up in a truck with a predator approaching. He started to whine and cower. Lucky he was inside, otherwise he would have bolted like most animals do on sheer instinct. See not a chihuahua, she might like me more than you. Dane was gloating. He was impossible when he was right.

My new puppy, Bonbon, has chocolate brown fur, and she is just a cutie, tiring Champ with her playfulness every day. I was called to our packland’s border because some rogues asked for entrance. As I arrive, I take a moment to observe the scene from my seat. It seems they are not here to fight. They look like a father with three pups. “Beta Nate.” one of the guards approaches me, while another stays close to the intruders. This was not what I expected when I received a mind link that rogues had been spotted at the border. “Hi, Scott. What do we have here?” I ask, looking at the intruders while petting my dogs’ heads.

Having to curl up with a stray dog, never shower or washing his hair, which caused it to get matty over time. At 19, Chance thought he made his big break when he got a work at a car wash, which was where he also lived. But, all good things have to come to an end. The owner's daughter who is only 16 had taken a liken to him. Sure he couldn't resist her advances anymore, and satisfied both of their thirst. But the thing with Chance was, it didn't feel right to him. At first, he thought it was because they were sneaking around, but soon realised he didn't like her that much.

Bring your ass over, boy. Bring breakfast. – Patch Chance punched in his code to his uncle’s house to bypass the keyed lock and opened the door. He was immediately greeted by Roxy, a pit bull that was rescued from a dog fighter that Patch was rehabilitating. Her gray scarred body wiggled with excitement as she made scratchy barking noises. “Hey girl.” Chance smiled at the dog. He scratched her bouncing rump as he tried to get inside the house. “Let me in and I’ll give you a hash brown.”

On Chatter, a social media platform, someone claiming to be a powerless owner had posted an article saying they had lost their beloved dog. The title read, "Owner of famous vet clinic near Riverside Condominium came to feed my dog, only to steal my precious golden retriever, Bingo." There was an attached photo, which was a screenshot of the surveillance footage showing me taking Bingo away. The contents of the article were incredibly inciting, painting me as this warped dog thief who stole other people's pets. A short video with similar content started going viral on other social media platforms as well, edited to have mournful background music and tagged with hashtags such as #ReturnMyDog a

Emma hoped everything would go well. 'Woof woof!' Brownie barked excitedly, wiggling his tail, breaking her chain of thoughts and reminding everyone of his presence. Before the little dog could run off and explore, she quickly grabbed his leash and stopped his frenzied movements. Though Kevin had repeatedly stated that the house was hers as well, she was hesitant to accept it. She hadn't accepted him as her husband, so calling his house hers seemed irrational.

He just turns, shuts the door, and walks away. I don’t wait for him to disappear before I hit the red button again. Footsteps thud back down the hall, boots stopping at the threshold. “We don’t keep prisoners company,” he says, tone sharper this time. Then, softer, almost cautiously, “But I’m here… what do you need?” I shrug, a twitch at the corner of my mouth betraying amusement. “I have no idea what the button does. No one told me.” “What button?” he asks.