Human Pets Stories Novels & Stories

Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life. Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.

In fact, he was blind. Shivering with nervousness he slowly made his way through the crowd and quietly took a seat at his table. His superior, a very nice Saint Bernard dog, appeared in front of his desk. He placed his big paw on her shoulder and declared "All big fish start small" as he handed her a file with the title. Case of the stolen heart of the moon. He hears the animals whispering things like: Is he crazy? Or I would do much better than him! A large tiger even commented:

She shared a bowl of her breakfast with the red furry animals and gave them each an apple. She actually bought three fox bowls eating containers so when these animals dropped in to join her she could easily feed them. She might not have pets inside her house although most of the people in the village appeared to have their own dogs—a wolf, a terrier, or a retriever at sight; the villagers all seemed to have a special liking to dogs when they happened to be werewolves themselves, but Adrienne, she had found pets in the presence of the red foxes that never failed to visit her in the morning and stayed with her to just lounge around and laze in her back porch in the afternoons.

I nod slowly and look past her, trying to get a better peek at the person in the pavilion. She always talks about a pet she used to have, but she never says what kind of pet it was or exactly what kind of accident it had. Werewolves rarely have pets because our wolves see them as prey. Maybe Dario rolled the dice and got her a puppy? Knowing Dario, I probably don’t want details.

A few collared pets scurry over in response, and I realize his whistle was a call to them. Diego nudges Prince Owen’s arm with the toe of his boot. “I’ll trade you,” he offers, motioning to the humans cowering behind his chair. “My pets are very obedient, and I’ll even trade a few of mine just for her.” I examine his allegedly obedient pets. Their bodies tremble, and even with their eyes downcast, I can tell how terrified they are. I swallow my fear of becoming like them. I do not want to be abused again, especially after just escaping Director Crane’s sadistic grasp.

Then, she did the one thing only Petra would do. She started to explain, "I twisted my ankle and lost my balance. It was just a reflex to grab onto something." "Shut up." Another person stepped out of the break room. It was the older woman from the records office who had been sitting quietly in the corner the whole time. She was in her 50s and never said a word in the group chat. She was holding an old coffee mug. She squeezed past the three women and stood in front of Petra. "My son loves animals too. When he was little, he had a cat. When it died, he cried for three days. If he found out that someone lied about having the ability to talk to animals and tricked her own colleagues into getti

REID || WE made it to the pet store and I already regretted this. The man at the counter couldn't take his eyes off Cerena while she played with the small dogs. She even now wanted this one bunny with white fur but a black spot on its side. The man took us to the back with more puppies. I had never seen Cerena so in love with something that wasn't me before, the way her eyes lit up when we got to the room where the man had lots of puppies in, playing around. They all ran up to her, attacking her at once causing her to laugh as they jumped around her feet barking playfully.

he asked, catching me off guard. “Outdoors,” I replied, feeling weirded out. “Me too.” He said, before asking the next question. “What pets have you had?” “Are you trying to get information to hack my password?” I joked. “Just answer the question." Cas sighed. “Dogs, doves, some tame rats, hamsters, and guinea pigs. Not all at the same time, though.” I replied. “Really?” Cas sounded surprised. “Yeah, my parents didn’t mind having several animals in the house. As long as we helped clean the cages. My dad even had his own dwarf hamster, called Worf, because of his stripe on his little back.”

I had to listen to them or else that would be rude. “Yes. Let me tell you a story about my dog. His name is Dody. We found him on a rainy night when my brother Luciano and I were coming home back. I saw him and brother Luciano rescued him and we went to the hospital and saved his life. Since then, Dody has been with me. He is my best friend,” Adelina narrated and I praised his kindness.

“I got ahead of myself because I'd manage to learn the statistics you'd been teaching me, okay? The least I can do is try to learn what a data string is so I don't look completely clueless when you're talking about your day at SiporaTech." I closed the book carefully, holding it against my chest. “You're surprisingly thoughtful and sweet.” “You didn't have to add the ‘suprisingly’ though,” he twisted his lips. “I know, just kidding,” I kissed him on the cheek. “Don't forget about your favorite idiot just because you're going to California,” he actually pouted. I didn't hear had a cute side to him. "Not possible," I murmured, leaning my forehead against his chest. "You're too annoying to forg