Make Me Bark Novels & Stories

"Yewwwwwssssss.... Itzzzz your Amy!!!! Weu..girl¡! Iiiii..I'm..sorwwwy..... Pleazzzz...commme...hommmee..." "Where are you? Tell me before I come there and Kill you!!", She barked. "Geezzz.zz. why..are weu.... Bar..king li..ke...a doggggy...weu...are a pupppwy...my little..cute blue puppwy.....puppwyyy zzz..so...meannny...", I giggled. "WHAT ME DOG??? WHO ARE YOU CALLING DOG??? YOU BETTER ESCAPE BEFORE I COME THERE!!!IM GOING TO KILL YOU THE SECOND I COME THERE????", She is barking again.

My words cause her to growl in defiance. “Hey, don't worry, no one is going to separate you from the adorable pups, my sweet one. However, there are some potential mates eagerly waiting to meet them. Do you mind if I bring them over here for a little introduction?” I ask her in a gentle tone, which instantly makes her whimper in response.

A sudden low growl rumbled from the dog house at the far end of the porch. “Barky?” Arah called, inching toward the sound, her brow furrowing. Suddenly, there was a blur of movement—Barky shot out of the shadows, tense and alert. His ears were pinned back, his tail rigid. He planted his front paws wide apart, growling with a deep, guttural snarl that vibrated through his chest. His eyes were locked on the owl. “Hey, big guy, it’s okay,” she said gently. “It’s just an owl. It’s harmless.”

I was glad aunt marley taught me how to swim if not I wouldn't have been able to save this puppy. "Hi, " I smiled at her, "I a-m Ori-an." I placed my fingers on her paw and she barked, "I stu-tter, ho-pe you don't mi-nd?" She barked again and I took it as a 'I do not mind that you stutter' Maybe she's going to be my first friend and play with me from now on. I wiped my sweater across her fur and she wagged her tail as I dried her off, "I am f-ive today. Some sa-y I a-m too bi-g for my a-ge."

I need to find a new way to get meat for my wolf. I hold my talker in my hand for a long time, then I finally press the button to make a call to see if I can find another job.

Canines lunge for Mom. My brain short-circuits. Mom screams pierce the air.

Eyes wide, mouth open, trembling. But I nodded. Frantically. Desperately. “Yes—yes—yes, please—I want it—I want it—breed me, Daddy—breed me again..”

Dale asked, his voice filled with apprehension. “You’ve seen Juke’s and the others wolf. Think… very large dog. With an attitude. And a serious lack of social graces. You'll be faster, stronger, and have a sense of smell that could rival a bloodhound on a bacon-seeking mission. You might also find yourself howling at the moon. It’s a classic." "Howling?" Dale asked as he pictured himself in his pajamas, baying at the celestial orb. "But I can't even carry a tune in the shower!"

Brent said and pulled it off completely. “Brent! It's going to make me horny.” “Just as I want.”

Her face morphs into a beaming smile that warms my heart, and I cannot resist leaning down and pressing my lips to hers in a gentle but meaningful kiss. “Bark! Bark! Bark!” We break apart and look at the commotion only to see Lobo facing off against another large dog that is showing aggression to him. I stand and move over to stop anything serious from happening.