Marshall Paw Patrol Saying Novels & Stories

A true queen. "Power needs wisdom," Sarah's voice was clear and confident. "The might of Snow Fang and the strategy of Blackwood. We will be unstoppable." I watched them, a perfect pair. A hand squeezed my heart, tight and painful. My phone buzzed. A text from Leo. [Mommy, is Dad coming to my First Howl?] My eyes burned. The First Howl. It’s a sacred rite of passage for any pup. A parent’s presence is crucial.

He squirmed the entire time, letting out little grumbles, his fists waving in the air. "You're cute as hell, you know that?" Kat murmured from behind me. "I like seeing you as a Dad. You're so good with him." Declan grabbed at my nose as he let out a soft growl. I pulled back slightly, growling gently in return. His face lit up, and he growled again, his little body wriggling excitedly. Kat covered her mouth. "Oh my god. That is the cutest thing ever. Do all pups do that? I don't remember baby pups growling."

I was about to be mauled to death. "It's okay..." I say tensely. My body trembling with fright. "Here, you can have him back. You see I was protecting him. There was an eagle and it was going to get him but he's okay. See, you're welcome..." Slowly but surely I put Poppy back onto the floor and it padded towards his mother. Yet, the mother still growled. I backed up... "Where is Paw Patrol when you need em'." The dog barked, hard and loud, and I didn't grasp the level of stupid I am until that very moment when I pointed at the dog and yelled, "Bad dog!"

I spoke warningly. "Got it, boss," she sing-sang. "You promise? Pinky swear?"I offered. "Eww. Pinky swears are for pups. You're turning 18 soon, for crying out loud, you seriously need to upgrade," she mumbled, and swoosh, four perfect paws landed on the ground, on the dry leaves. "Oh, Yesssss!" she purred, shaking off the dirt. Just great, my clothes were ruined. "Oops, sorry. But now we're talking," she growled, slightly digging into the earth with her forepaw.

I аѕkеd. "Yеѕ Sіr, I'm уоur Puppy." "Yоu dіdn't lіе аbоut уоur wаrrаntѕ аnd thаt'ѕ a gооd ѕtаrt, Puppy. I will nеvеr рunіѕh уоu fоr tеllіng the truth." The trаffіс tickets wеrе a ѕurрrіѕе hоwеvеr."

I have a Ma and Pa that I have never seen, although Ma Coco says they see me but how can they see me? I have tried to leave the Cactus but it wouldn't let me, The Cactus has a mind of it's own you see! I have a puppy that Ma. Coco got for me, she's a cute little bundle of joy, her name is cripsy, I only have Ma. Coco and Cripsy here, Ma.Coco said my Ma gave birth to me here and I am not allowed to go out till she says so but how would I know when I haven't even seen my Ma

I want to poke and pinch Ashy: The fur seems so soft and velvety Ashy: Paul, I want a dog Ashy: Only massaging a dog's paw can calm me down and destress me Paul: Well Paul: No one is stopping you from having a dog beside yourself Ashy: You are supposed to be the voice of reason and stop me Ashy: It would be irresponsible for me to have a dog Ashy: Plus, they could get hurt, and we both know I'd become a killing machine if anything happened to my dog(s)

A tall figure in a casual shirt and jeans stood in the doorway, his black hair looking messy but still exuding good looks. Pascha. His eyes immediately fell on Max, who stopped playing momentarily before a big smile was etched on the little face. "DADDY!" Max stood up, left his mini Porsche, and ran to Pascha. With ease, Pascha bent down and embraced Max. "Hey, kiddo!" Pascha greeted warmly. "Ready to hunt autobots and dinosaurs today?" Max nodded quickly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Very ready! I want the big ones and the ones that make sounds!"

“Oh, the man that was running after that kid kicked me.” “Are you okay?” Saucy sounded so concerned. “Yes, I’m fine. Nothing new.” Martin replied. “By the way, I am Saucy. He is Martin, he’s our leader.” “Leader?” Polly repeated. “Yes, the leader of the pack.” “You mean, he’s your father?” “No, we’re not related at all. All of the dogs you’ll see here later are not blood-related but we take care of one another. We are family in that sense.”

Stella pulled Pax into a tight embrace and said, "Abigail, can you believe how much Pax is talking now? And he's smelling so good." Pax, just over a year old, had a limited vocabulary, and it was the first time Abigail had heard him speak so many words, so clearly. She leaned in and planted a kiss on Pax's cheek. "You're so soft, so sweet, I could just gobble you up." Pax's eyes widened in mock horror at Abigail's words. "Mama, don't eat me. I'll be good."