Ninja Turtles Dogpound Novels & Stories

His gold platinum card stuck out as he made those movements. “Listen, sir. We have no space right now for an extra dog. If you don’t mind, could you wait for two weeks? We’ll be able to find a home for this dog immediately.” She offered. “What?!” Axel asked, fuming. “Just have someone take him right now.” “We can’t just give this to just anybody.” “Oh, please how hard could it be?” Axel asked. “What if they’re abusive? We’ve gotten dogs here in serious situations. That dog over there suffered trauma from its previous owners; he was used as a stone throw target.

I chuckled to myself, it must know her safe word is turtles. Of course, Amelie had to name the turtle. Donatello, or Donnie for short, is our new Hawaiian pet. When we finally got out of the water to set sail, Donnie actually tried to climb the stairs with her. She was heartbroken when we left him behind.

"ALRIGHT, ALREADY!" SAID RUTHIE rolling her eyes. "I call this meeting to order. And before I forget, I just want to let you know we've found a Scooby, so the gang is now complete!" I raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Who are you talking about?" "Knox, of course," she said, reminding me of the new dog that I hadn't told Zander about yet. "Oh, yeah," I said with a frown. "My dad is getting a retired police dog to help guard our house. And me, I guess."

"Ace, guard the gate! If anything seems off, bark right away! Hearts, Joker, Front Legs, you're with me! The rest, go with Leonard!" "Woof! Woof!" The dogs split into three groups in an instant. Two stayed outside the dorm entrance while Hayley and Leonard each took three with them. In front of Hayley stood the wide-open doorway to the dorm building. Right past it was a row of metal turnstiles, the kind you needed an ID card to get through.

The safe house was in an old building in lower Manhattan. My fingerprint opened the lock. Damon was sitting on the sofa. Unexpectedly, he was really injured. His left shoulder wrapped in a makeshift bandage. Blood was already soaking through the white gauze. "Who was it this time?" I asked, pulling out the medical kit. "Some punk from the Kozlov family," he grunted. "Thought he could make a move on my turf." I cut away his shirt.

My new puppy, Bonbon, has chocolate brown fur, and she is just a cutie, tiring Champ with her playfulness every day. I was called to our packland’s border because some rogues asked for entrance. As I arrive, I take a moment to observe the scene from my seat. It seems they are not here to fight. They look like a father with three pups. “Beta Nate.” one of the guards approaches me, while another stays close to the intruders. This was not what I expected when I received a mind link that rogues had been spotted at the border. “Hi, Scott. What do we have here?” I ask, looking at the intruders while petting my dogs’ heads.

The man was built like a brick wall, dressed in cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt, his arms a canvas of scars and faded tattoos. He nodded at whatever Damien said, his eyes flicking to us with a quick, assessing glance that held no warmth. This was not a man who cooed over puppies. Mr Vance came to my side, his expression neutral. "The best protection dogs in the city are trained here, Mrs Montrel. It's a legitimate facility." "Not meant for a five-year-old boy," I murmured, unable to hide my dismay. Mr Vance didn't reply. We were led inside and shown the line of available dogs. I felt Leo's hand tighten in mine as he stared, wide-eyed with fear.

"What is going on at the fence? Did one of Jake's friends try to spray paint the wall again?" Nolan said "It is not one of the kids, boss." He was having trouble getting the words out. He was sweating a lot. His hands were shaking. He showed me his leather gloves. They had dark greenish black stuff all over them. "I went to feed the dogs on the north side before the other guys got here. The three big guard dogs, the ones we got from the border, are all lying down in the weeds behind the shed." He stopped talking. It looked like he was going to cry. He looked at me with a really serious expression that scared me.

Temujin leaned over closer to the earth as though it was an actual track to investigate. “Well, you’re asking the right guy. I’m a master of tracking, you know.” “Oh please,” Aki said, rolling her eyes. “Just make a guess.” There were five toes. Long and thick with claws, and webbing between them. “That, beyond the shadow of a doubt,” Temujin announced, “is the print of a turtle.” Griffin screeched loudly in protest. “It would seem Griffin’s a better tracker than you.” But because Griffin couldn’t speak, it turned into a miming game. Griffin took the twig from Aki’s hand, then rapidly opened and closed his beak on it.

I could have lit a flame to get rid of the smell, but with that much methane in the air, it would have probably destroyed the forest in a giant mushroom cloud. We stumbled through the trees until we reached a clearing. The dragon was sitting with its tail curled around its body. Nyx was throwing up in a corner. And Gullen Santan was sitting on a stick (that’s what it looked like) with a handkerchief held over his mouth and nose. “Ah, there you are,” said the Administrator for Road Planning and Maintenance. “Lovely pet you have. Does he have a name? I love animals.” Six huge dogs sat up around him, their eyes glowing faintly red, their metal teeth glinting.