Invincible Science Dog Novels & Stories

Her hand shook as she reached out and gently touched its neck. The dog did not snap or growl, and Jovie's fear ebbed away. She stroked its head, whispering words of comfort. "Big doggy, did the bad people take you too? Don't worry, my daddy will come for us soon. He's like a superhero, super strong. He'll beat up the bad guys and get us out of here..."

"Good morning Doctor, I'm Ivan, and this is my dog Neo." "Good morning, Hi Neo, how are you today, boy?" I reach for the beagle dog and pet him for a while. "So, based on the chat, you briefly explain to Ivan that Neo, your dog, rarely wants to walk outside, rarely wants to eat, and loves to stay in the corner of your room all day. Is that true?" Ivan gives me a sad smile, "Yes, Doctor, Neo was a stray dog before I got him into adoption, and the adoption center for dogs officer told me once that Neo is also an abused dog."

“Tell me, what brought you here?” Macholo’s voice was respectful as he replied. “We stole a high-value Mercedes-Benz S-Class. We transferred money from the victim’s phone, took some jewelry, and...” He hesitated for a moment. “We also took a dog.” The Don raised an eyebrow. “A dog?” He sounded like it was something he wasn’t expecting. “What kind?” “An Australian shepherd,” Macholo replied. “A well-kept one.” The Don’s interest deepened. He leaned forward, tapping his pipe lightly against the ashtray. “An Australian shepherd, you say? That's a fine breed. Loyal, intelligent.”

Maybe he had enough confidence in his knockout smoke so that he thought that all people in the villa must be gassed. However, he didn't realize that there were two dogs in the room. After being made a thoroughgoing change, that two dogs, Damao and Ermao, were immune to such an ordinary knockout smoke. As soon as they detected that a stranger entered the room, they barked furiously and then fell upon the side where the black shadow was.

When Saffron opened her eyes the following day, there was a scowl on her face. She closed her eyes again, wondering if she could go back to the dream she had just awoken from, and what a dream that was. Saffy never remembered her dreams, but there was no way she was going to forget this one. It had played out like a blockbuster film starring Superheroes. Jack Goldsmith and a whopping giant-sized silver-coloured dog. Not so much Wolverine, more like the overall champion dog at Crufts dog show. It was a silly dream as Jack, and the dog seemed to merge into one. The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn.

I simply said. Brad looked at me like l had lost my mind. "They won't do anything. Maybe they were aggressive because they didn't like the place." I said to him. Their names were Captain and Duke. A guy came to open the door of the cage and they rushed out jumping at me attacking my face and body with licks." Oh my goodness, you two like to lick too much." I giggled. I signed all necessary documents and left with my two new doggies. †*†*†

I looked down to find two pairs of hopeful eyes staring up at us—the rescue dogs we'd adopted last week, a golden retriever mix named Biscuit and a scrappy terrier called Professor Chaos. "No pie for you," I told them. "Dogs can't have pie." Biscuit whined pitifully. "Don't give me those eyes. I'm immune to your manipulation tactics." Professor Chaos put his paw on my knee. "Okay, maybe not completely immune." "Don't feed the dogs pie," Ryder warned. "They'll get sick." "I'm not going to feed them pie. I'm just... appreciating their presence." "That's what you said before you gave Biscuit half your sandwich yesterday."

He looked like… trouble. The dog obeyed instantly, lowering onto his haunches. “What… what is that doing here?” I hissed, pointing accusingly at the animal. Adrian arched a brow. “That is Zeus. My dog.” “Zeus?” I echoed, half choking. “Of course his name is Zeus. Because God forbid you own a poodle or something normal.” His lips twitched, and I couldn’t tell if it was amusement or irritation. “He goes wherever I go, Nova. You don’t. Adjust accordingly.”

God, what is he doing to me, I don’t like it. Speaking of those nasty witches, I’ve been more vigilant than ever. I was attacked by this rabid dog from Monteluna called the lucid hound that can kill a werewolf with one bite, they’re wild animals that shouldn’t be kept in the house but some stupid werewolves think they’re invincible they keep them as pets. All I know is if that dog gets loose they’re cooked. If a lucid hound bites a werewolf they don’t just die instantly they suffer until they give out their last breath. That’s if there’s no antidote around, my father’s cousin was killed by a lucid dog.

Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box