Literary Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

She knew the road ahead would be difficult, fraught with challenges and uncertainties, but with Cassie by her side, she felt ready to face whatever the future held. As she drifted off to sleep that night, her mind filled with thoughts of the life growing inside her. Via couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. With Cassie's unwavering support and friendship, she knew she could find the strength to navigate the journey ahead, one step at a time.

Bradley took the leash and fearlessly ran my fingers behind his ear, earning a couple of licks from the animal. "I want that one over there," I informed the man. This explained what I imagined, which was a combination of an American Foxhound —or fox hunter— with a Labrador . He told that he was about a year old or maybe less. They found him wandering around last week, under heavy rain. This hurricane season had been more severe than last year. When they found the dog, he did not have a tag or some kind of chip to locate the owners, so they thought he was stray.

“Oh? A woman?” “Why is there a stray dog here in the middle of the night?” Gasping for breath, I took a step back. But then, another man emerged from behind me. I found myself trapped in the center, my heart sinking as I realized I was surrounded. “So, this is where the enticing scent is coming from. Grr.” “She’s incredibly attractive as well.” I huddled my shoulders, desperately attempting to establish some form of communication with them. Rogues. They are rogues.

Stray dogs ran out, yelping and crying, as she punched and kicked each one of them. That hour, when they were literally being kicked, was the defining moment in which she was accepted into the clan, over 15 stray dogs kicked out of the arena by a pregnant woman. Even so, that did not stop the advances of her rival, Amanda even if she was at that time, like the shadow, where Lili walked, she was behind, at her side was Arthur, monitoring the events, being a period of peace, in that time, when they were going through a troubled moment, when Lili, without knowing it, was poisoned...

She gives me a look that says, Don't you dare call me a pet. "She’s a stray," I lie. I try to sound casual. "She showed up a while back. I think she ran away from a breeder or something. Huskies are known for being runners." Sombra thumps her tail once. It sounds like a threat. Liddy isn't buying it. She walks closer, inspecting Sombra like a piece of furniture with a stain on it. "A stray?" Liddy purses her lips. "That explains why she has no manners. She’s staring at me like she wants to bite me."

When I turn back to demand an explanation, the path behind me is empty. The driver is gone. “What the hell?” I spin around fully now, panic rising fast. “Where the fuck did you go?” No answer. Another growl sounds again, louder this time and my stomach drops when realization hits me hard enough to make me dizzy. Stray wolves. Everyone in Crescent Hollow knows the stories. Stray wolves are not friendly to humans, especially not in parts of the city like this. My hands shake as I bend down quickly, removing my heels and dropping them without a second thought.

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

“Really? Brady asked. “They run that far?” “Not usually.” she said. “Most of the time, they jump out of a vehicle, like when they stop for gasoline or something like that.” “That’s so sad!” Brady said, shaking his head. “Does that happen a lot?” “No, I don't think so, but it does happen.” There’d been a few dogs reunited with their families who happened to stop to refuel or for other reasons in Holiday Hills since Noelle had taken over the shelter, but not a lot. “Most of the strays we get in are people who dump their dogs because they don’t want them anymore, or just accidents where a dog gets out from a door left open or digs under the fence.”

he asked quickly, stepping forward. “A beagle.” Felix’s voice was cold and flat. “Where are the dogs that were picked up around nine last night?” The manager stiffened at once and hurried to lead the way. “Out back. Please, come with me.” They went down a narrow path and into a foul-smelling holding area behind the building. Inside were dozens of cold metal cages. Stray dogs of all sizes, breeds, and colors were curled up inside them, barking uneasily. Then suddenly, excited barking broke out from one of the cages. Something inside was spinning in circles, throwing itself against the bars.

The kidnappers should have arrived in a big group. However, the shipyard was so huge that Thomas really did not know where he should go to meet up with them for a while. As he walked, he vaguely heard some dog barking sounds. The barking sounds were quite deep, and it did not sound like only a dog was barking. There could be about five dogs. “Huh?” Thomas frowned. Were there stray dogs around? As he thought, he saw that the steel door of the factory from the front left not far away was automatically elevated and opened. Slowly, the situation inside was shown. There were five starving pit bulls!