Homeward Bound Chance Dog Novels & Stories

"Does he expect her to never have a thought of her own? I mean you can only beat someone down for so long." "But think about a dog. You yell at it enough times, it learns what not to do wrong." Mandy took a drink of her water. "They don't rebel, not usually. Know what I mean? They may leave home, but in how many instances do they turn on their owner?" "Almost never," Charity whispered. "Exactly." Charity couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Dixon McCall wasn't going to know what hit him, and it was going to be the best moment of her life.

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

“What are you talking about, Ms. McKinnon? I don’t understand. What’s going on?” Brendan’s expression turned cold. “Stop acting like a madman, Deirdre. Sam has already investigated the situation. You are the one who didn’t shut the door properly and caused the dog to get out of the room. A homeless man got into the backyard through a hole in the fence and killed the dog. The surveillance footage shows everything clearly. This incident is completely unrelated to Charlene!” ‘Completely unrelated?’ Deirdre’s mind went blank. ‘A homeless man entered the backyard through a hole and killed Bliss by coincidence? How could it be such a coincidence that Charlene made me go out to get some clothes rig

As the shelter attendant opened the enclosure, Marie bounded into my arms, her warmth a testament to the unconditional love that dogs offer. Embracing her tiny form, I felt an unexpected surge of affection. Marie reciprocated with a flurry of excited licks, her tail wagging in unbridled joy. The simplicity of this exchange resonated with a profound truth—the ability of animals to mend fractures within human hearts. Leaving the shelter with Marie in my arms, we stepped into the unknown together. The journey home unfolded in a symphony of excited yips and the rhythmic patter of paws against the pavement. Entering the sanctuary of my coastal abode, I sensed a subtle shift within the confines of

“What is it, Kim?” “Nothing,” Kim said, smoothing it flat. “Just… odd.” Her mind sprinted anyway. White dog. Full moon. Impossible heart rate. CT teeth that shouldn’t exist. “Probably a mastiff or Great Dane got out of a yard.” Tom shifted, instinctively trying to swing his legs. Pain lanced down the left. “When can I get out of here?” Kim set a steadying hand above his knee. “Not so fast, hero. Let’s check the leg.”

“We get all sorts of weird names and weird people. Some redhead in tiger-stripe glasses came in the other day hysterically searching for a cat called Elizabeth 3rd. As long as all the animals go to good homes and are looked after right, we’re not here to judge.” “Good to know,” Jedi mutters under his breath, keeping his eyes peeled as the keeper leads him past rows and rows of crates. “Um, anyway, Dog should’ve been brought in about two weeks ago…?” A cold chill runs down his spine. Maybe he's too late. “Or has she been…” “Hmm…” The keeper muses for a moment, before she claps her hands together. “Ah! No, you're in luck, she's still here. I don't see her in the crates so she might be in the b

Bradley took the leash and fearlessly ran my fingers behind his ear, earning a couple of licks from the animal. "I want that one over there," I informed the man. This explained what I imagined, which was a combination of an American Foxhound —or fox hunter— with a Labrador . He told that he was about a year old or maybe less. They found him wandering around last week, under heavy rain. This hurricane season had been more severe than last year. When they found the dog, he did not have a tag or some kind of chip to locate the owners, so they thought he was stray.

‘We have to give her a chance, please; Alexis, please give her a chance. ‘Who will want her? Isn’t it because she’s homeless that she was scrounging? People are cruel, Carrie, that is a fact of life. Now if you want to be useful get me some towels from the kitchen.’ He turned to Christos as he watched Carrie reluc tan tly leave the dog’s side. ‘Do you know those boys?’ Christos nodded. ‘They are from the campsite down the road.’ Alexis nodded and said nothing further. Carrie brought him the towels and fifteen minutes later Jonathan, the local vet, took the pup away to his clinic.

I also told her what Mary said. "You have to grab this opportunity and give him a chance, also give your heart a chance to fall in love again" She said Should I give him a chance?

She'd always be waiting for him…if he wanted to see her. The bell would ring any minute now, releasing her from this mental mind game. However, something else snapped her mind away from its rather forlorn train of thought. She could see something falling past the window. She was tempted to lean over and get a better look, but it soon came into view. What she saw made her heart stop. Floating just outside, wafting in the breeze, was a single black feather. Most would think it was just from some bird flying by, but Jaida wasn't that stupid. Only one race had that kind of feathers. It had come from a Deslyan.