Kermit The Dog Novels & Stories

“I also had rabbits, which my mother allowed me to keep as pets. And a dog named Ruff.” “Ruff?” Kit giggled again, covering her mouth with her hand. “Did your grandfather name him?” Reeve smiled, a sheepish look overtaking his handsome face. “No, I did. I suppose I received many talents from my grandfather.” He inhaled and held it for a second before blowing it out, making Kit laugh again. “But seriously, Ruff was a wonderful dog. I miss him.” “Did something happen to him?” Kit asked, leaning in and putting her free hand on his arm as well.

In a hoarse voice, she shouted, "Christopher, after Mom and Dad died, we've only had each other in this world. "If you're upset about anything, just tell me. As long as you're safe, I wouldn't even mind giving up my life!" But no matter how long they shouted, there was no reply. Little by little, hopelessness set in for them. Just then, a crocodile crawled out of the water beside them. Something between its teeth caught Heather's eye. She looked at it intently. "Claire, is that Christopher's shoe?" Ignoring the danger, Heather rushed toward the crocodile and snatched the shoe from its jaws. As she tried to retreat, the crocodile bit down on her leg.

Meanwhile, the exorcist accepted the card and took out a portable card reader from his bag, swiped the card with practiced ease, and entered the password. Beep! "Your transaction has been approved." Watching as the receipt slowly printed out, the three charlatans exchanged ecstatic glances. With the money in hand, they could get away scot-free.

Keith was cautioned by Philipson, "You know the rules, you came here of your own free will and leave by ours. '' He confronted Keith by approaching him. He was looking up at Keith because of their disparity in height. Philipson was holding an iron rod in his two hands, which were behind his back. It was his tool of punishment. "How could I forget?" Keith balked while sourly grinning. He cast a glance towards Petterson, who had summoned his tiger. He stroked the wild animal's fur. It was the Yates' guard dog and was infamous for feeding on outsiders; nevertheless, it was blind to the scent. Its amber eyes alerted Keith as soon as it recognized him, and it began flicking its tails and licking

He barely have time to cover his sensitive groin before a fuzzy, furry missile streaks through the door and leaps onto the bed, landing with a floomp. Another few centimeters to the left and he would be a eunuch. Thankfully, the dog bomb missed. “Xerxes!” Jackson grumbles to his Yorkie. His full name is Xerxes the Great, and his behavior warrants use of his full government name, but he was too asleep to scold him fully and properly.

she felt a cold, wet nose touch her hand, startling her "what was that!?" "Madam, this is Koda, the master's German Shepherd. He is trained to do many types of service, including being a guide dog, so we thought he would be of good use to you" did they think of her as weak and helpless? The dog was cute, but she felt a little insulted.

"MY PUPPY!" She ran over and scooped him up and told him how cute he was as she rubbed his furry little belly. The old hellhound looked at me and I could see the smirk in his eyes. The most dangerous creature ever created, acting like a puppy for my innocent wife, was both hilarious and yet somehow terrifying at the same time. "Chastity, your puppy's name is Cerberus. This isn't how he really looks, but how he'll look unless there is danger. When he tells you to do something, you do it."

The dog, if you could even call it that, was enormous. Cerberos had a wide and stout body like that of a pit bull’s, except this body stood at least ten feet tall. The three, fear-invoking heads, rose a few feet higher. Its skin was completely hairless, the dark, leather-like material stretched taut over sinew, muscle, and bone. Teeth as long and sharp as daggers emerged as each of the heads pulled back its ugly black lips in a show of hatred. Each head reminded James of a decomposing Doberman; ears flat back in agitation, black pits for eyes. The middle head barked a low bass-filled roar.

Kimberley busied herself in the kitchen, preparing a quick meal while I went and sat with the dog, sipping a glass of Calvors Amber Lager that she had got in especially for the occasion and listening to a CD of The Carpenters. Dinner was a wonderful mixture of Chicken, Chorizo sausage, spinach and pasta which she washed down with a glass of red wine and I had another Calvors. We ate it on trays on our knees while Charlie was banished outside and it was delicious. She kept apologising about the dog’s behaviour and we finished our drinks with a rich chocolate mousse and coffee and then went straight to bed.

"You know how hard it's going to be to get all of these out of my dreads?" Kai complained, as Beth tried to wash the mud out of each individual one. Sarah rolled her eyes, playing with the small hand towels In our bathroom "Well, you volunteered." "Yeah, except I didn't know the dude was going to have a deadly dog back there." "Well, it was only a German Shepard. He was so cute, too." Beth puckered her lips as she remembered the dog that would have mauled Kai, given the leash wasn't on him.