In The Dog House Novel Novels & Stories

I sat in the study, proofreading the new novel I was writing, beside me was a bottle of ice soda, yes! soda gives me inspiration when reading, besides me, on the floor, lay Arthur’s pet Rottweiler, the dog had nearly tore me off, the day it saw me, Arthur had to calm it down, I don’t know if Arthur explained to the dog that I was his wife, because the next day, the dog had sauntered up to me and wagged it’s tail, it quickly became friends with me.

"It's weird. It doesn't smell like Farlander Alpha, but it doesn't match the Alphas that live in the ruins of the city either. It's like... something in between." "Do you think it's safe?" Dog thinks for a moment in silence, looking into the darkness inside. Another low howl and moan breaks the silence. “I don't think we have a choice,” says Dog at last. “We have to get you indoors. We'll just have to hope we don't have any unexpected guests during the night. ” I follow him inside. With the windows blocked, the downstairs is pitch black. The air is damp and fragrant with the smell of old dust and soot. I grab the flashlight we retrieved from the ship and turn it on. The beam strikes the velv

"Am I? I replied, drily. He stared at me probably wondering what's making me so nervous. ~DANIEL~ My thoughts came to a blank when I stepped through the door Jessica opened that led into the guest room at one corner of the living room. Lying on the solid oak floor, which I had treated just yesterday to keep it in immaculate condition, fast asleep on a plastic oval bed heaped with blankets that dwarfed its tiny size, was a dog. "What the hell is that?" I almost yelled. As I spoke, the dog opened its eyes and clambered to its feet. "A puppy" she replied. I glared at her. "I can see that. I meant what the hell is it doing in my house?" I asked.

"No, you're good." The house was a small brown bungalow, the once pretty roses on the front porch now stood dying away in their pots. The roofs looked a little dated, like the other town houses that surrounded it, but the window and doors had been remodeled. As soon as the door opened, a large hairy beast attacked Professor Caines' legs barking. The dog perked up at the scent of another person, she smiled softly at the black hairy Newfoundland, that was now going round her feet sniffling, then he stopped suddenly and wagged its tail, mouth open.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but adrenaline pushed me forward. The sound of their footsteps behind us grew louder. They were gaining on us. I spotted the old dog house at the far corner of the building, the one I’d noticed earlier but dismissed as irrelevant. It was big, more like a kennel built for a pack of guard dogs. “This way!” I hissed, grabbing Ivana’s arm and yanking her toward it. We dove inside, my shoulder slamming into the wooden frame. I pushed her in, crawled in after, and pulled the heavy hatch shut behind us. The smell of damp wood and dust filled my nose.

Maybe it'll be cool. I toss the book on my kitchen counter as I enter my small house. It's not much to look at, but they allowed dogs and that's really all that mattered. "Hey, Basil. You miss me, bud?" I ask my Australian shepherd. He lets out a chipper little bark as he bounds towards me, trying to jump on me. I chuckle as I lead him towards the backyard, letting him outside and following him. I throw a ball around a little for him, trying to get some of his energy out. We head back towards the house and he bumps into my leg repeatedly, trying to get me to turn around.

"That's too bad. He was such a good boy. Please, come in. Boots, Peggy, inside now!" The dogs reluctantly backed away from my ankles and waddled into the house. I followed Mrs. Smart inside, my eyes scanning the worn-down living room. Like the exterior, the house felt tired, as if it had weathered years of quiet grief. The furniture was old, the paint on the walls slightly chipped, and the air carried a faint scent of dog fur. She led me to a couch covered in dog hair and lowered herself onto a sagging cushion. Immediately, all the little dogs jumped up beside her, standing guard like loyal sentinels. I opted for a wooden rocking chair, the only piece of furniture that seemed safe from the s

"Being is what I do when I'm not afraid. And right now, I'm not afraid." "Good." "Good." --- The waves crash. The stars shine. And somewhere inside the house, two dogs dream of running. But we're not running anymore. We're home. End of Chapter 150

However, he simply leaned down to nibble on my ear, murmuring, "Relax, honey. You'll get hurt otherwise." A wave of despair and helplessness crashed over me, and all I could do was shout at the top of my lungs, "Bingo! Bingo!" Bingo came charging out from further inside the house, but then he stopped near us and refused to take another step. "Get lost, you damn dog!" Zachary bellowed at it. Scared, Bingo retreated two steps before starting to pace anxiously. Seeing that his threat had worked, Zachary once again pressed close to me.

A poor girl who really doesn't have much to lose. The two different service doors and the one for the backyard are both locked, but one of the windows is open. It's narrow, but I'm fortunate enough to have a small body perfect for this kind of situation, so I manage to jump across. And, just like that, I'm in. I almost do a celebratory dance, but I stop myself because I know I can't waste any time. Luckily, the house is completely silent and the lights are off. This gigantic mansion belongs to Robert Heiden, the Alpha of the Greyhound pack.