Ninja Turtles Dogpound Novels & Stories

"Baby, how many dogs do you have?" "Uhh… Five." "There's only four." Catriona was about to go out but Enzo held her. "Sir, are we going up now?" "Wait!" Catriona said. "Lieutenant!" She calls and the Akita barks. "Sergeant." The Bull Mastiff barks. "Cornel!" She calls and the Doberman answers. "Captain?" The Rottweiler answers. "Where's General?" "General?" Enzo whistles calling out for the other dog. Tequila came out with General who is dragging a big stuffed toy. The one that Enzo bought for her. "They are here."

I said, rubbing my face. “Money’s no object, but obviously don’t say that. We’ll take all the help we can get short of violence. It’s no good for any of us. Especially knowing they’re hiding females and pups. We’ll take whatever steps necessary to keep them safe. Call your friend, please tell him time is of the essence. We need to know all we can. I have an accountant who can wire his payment,” Jett said, handing him a satellite phone. We’d bought a new one while we were out, to replace the ancient artifact in Jett’s house. I watched a few males sparring in a training field, they were all skinny and malnourished, much like I’d seen in combats. It was no wonder none of the Venom males ever wo

She shows me where the pups bed down for naps during the day, and we watch the tangled cuddle puddle of softly snoring little ones for a while before we wave goodbye to the female knitting in her rocking chair as she watches over them. Nia explains that mostly dams drop them off when they get cranky, but sometimes, pups will decide they’ve had enough and deliver themselves to the nap den. She taps the walkie talkie clipped into the belt of her black jeans and talks about how each “area of endeavor” has a “marshal” who is in contact via radio. She says easily half the calls are to the nap den with a marshal jokingly asking if one of his grown workers is there. “So marshals are the highest ran

The man and the dog were arguing in their special way as if they understood each other. When they returned home. Leonard had bought everything needed for the dog. He set up a room near the office to be Summer's bedroom. In the small cabinet. It's Summer's private wardrobe. There were dog clothes for all seasons, colorful spear leashes, toys, Kongs. Food, bones, and etc.

“Understood?” “Yes, sir,” the guards responded in unison. His eyes flicked back to me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to see the anger or the control he wielded so effortlessly. Instead, I focused on my new companion. The puppy was a mixture of cream and light brown, with a soft patch of black fur near one ear. His eyes, big and round, seemed to hold a curiosity about the world that made me want to protect him from everything—even from Aiden.

I recruited a biological weapon of mass distraction. He was a Tibetan Mastiff puppy, a fluffy, oversized cloud of charcoal-colored fur named Bane. At ten weeks old, he already weighed thirty pounds and had the territorial instincts of a warlord. My plan was simple: win over Leo and Luna, and provide a distraction so loud and chaotic that no one would notice my beard peeling. I led Bane through the service entrance, the puppy’s giant paws thumping against the marble like muffled drums. "Luna! Leo!" I chirped, the Jean-Pierre accent back in full, grating force. "I have brought a small... eh... souvenir from ze mountains!"