Kermit The Dog Novels & Stories

He heard the back door slam, heard a wild scrabbling noise across the kitchen tiles and then the swinging door before him crashed open—and in came an old friend. The German shepherd bounded into the room and stopped dead as his heart leapt in surprise. At first the aging dog had no recollection whatsoever in its eyes, hesitated with a strange look and with the rumblings of a growl beginning somewhere deep in its throat. Rich glanced quickly to Katie, who had sat up straight, and he felt a cold hand reaching for him in that second. But he needn’t have worried, because he saw recognition flood into the dog’s intelligent face as if a dam had burst.

Squad 7. 'Squad 7....,' the instructor started. 'Rita Zintez. Kevin Joan. Asher Frankstin. Aiden Quin.' Aiden looked at the dark haired girl that had on a cheerful smile as he approached his team. 'Hi! I'm Rita,' she laughed. He scrutinized all of them. Kevin had his arms crossed across his chest and had on a twisted facial expression. His gaze stuck on Kevin. Kevin looked at him.

“Name, Kuro. Species, Shishilian dog. Sex, male. Symptoms, Paralysis due to dull attack on the head and one broken foot. Suggestions, euthanize.” Darrion’s eyes immediately sharpened. “What?” - Rita stared at the pink dragonfly on Yuta’s thigh and Shoru in Jai’s arms. She felt slightly jealous of the two having the affections from these humans. She also wanted to be held. But Ruta wasn’t here. She puffed her throat and chirped a few times. Feeling quite weirded out by Rita’s sudden talkativeness, Yuta turned his attention to her. “Rita-chan? What is it?”

- Dessa "don't belittle me I know now how to use the enchantment!"- John Carl "Just let him be"- Bobby as the mutated dog is sleeping slowly we surround it and wait for the perfect moment to attack I told my self that today ill make them see that I'm a veteran zombie killer but when we are near to the mutated dog, I was tripped by the rock! "waaa!"- John Carl *kisshhhi!* and because of this, the Mutated Dog has been waking up!

“For protecting. Like Dada.” _Silence._ Adrian looked at me. 72 BPM. Small smile. Real. “Day 1,” Adrian said. “We get a dog.” *3:00 PM. [SFX: WAVES. THEN LAUGHING. THEN NORMAL.]* Backyard. New gate. Steel. Locked. No Valeria. No Reese. No Cayman. Just us. Alex throwing a ball. Not a kite. Ball. For the dog. We got a dog. Day 1. Shelter. 2 PM. German Shepherd. 3 years old. Name: Bear. Because Alex named him.

When spring came and the snow melted into muddy ground, the name King’s Kennel Base was firmly established. We expanded the perimeter and started planting crops. Potatoes, cabbage. Rows of green stretching out, full of life. Duke’s leg had fully healed. When he ran, he was like a streak of black lightning. He was a king now, leading thousands of mutated dogs on patrol. Within miles of the base, this was his territory. Anyone who came looking for trouble had to get past his teeth first. At sunset, I stood on the wall, watching the sky burn gold. Below, kids chased after puppies, their laughter carrying through the air.

And they do look absolutely fucking ridiculous. Serial is sporting a hot pink, sparkly tutu skirt that barely covers his fuzzy haunches, and Killer has on a purple tutu that glitters and shimmers under the soft glow of the overhead light. I blink. Once and then again. Then I clench and relax my jaw and try to keep the rage from escaping. "Kyoline!" I yell as I step completely into the room,. I shrug off my jacket, still staring at the dogs, unable to wrench my gaze away from them. But they don't seem to be bothered in the least by their new apparel.

"Secrets! This is the big one. I'm going to ask a question about your partner's past. If you get it right, you get fifty points. If you get it wrong... you lose." She looked at Kieran. "Kieran. What is the name of Jessica's first pet?" Kieran froze. He looked at Jessica. Jessica looked expectant. "Uh..." Kieran stalled. "A dog? Rover? Spot?" "It was a hamster," Jessica said icily. "Named Mr. Nibbles." "Who remembers a hamster?" Kieran defended. "Wrong!" Mira shouted. "Zero points!" She turned to Cale. The room went quiet. The cameras zoomed in on Cale’s pale, tired face.

Almost desperate. Domica circled him slowly, her boots echoing. One step. Two. A pause. Heel pressing lightly into the dip of his spine. “What are you, pet?” He swallowed. “A dog.” “No.” Another pause. She knelt, lips close to his ear. “You’re leverage.”