Original Famous Dogs Playing Poker Painting Novels & Stories

Guests who came to attend his birthday reception could entertain themselves there to pass the time. At present, a group of people were playing poker at a round table in the open-air garden. The table seated seven to eight people. Rolex, Armani… These were people who clearly came from luxury no matter where one looked. There was a large pile of banknotes on the table, all of which were of the ten thousand variety. They were playing three-card poker. With just one round, the money thrown down was worth at least a hundred thousand. A man who wore a white suit and had a toothpick hanging from his mouth was squinting at his cards. Having had good hands today, he had already won millions. Red bank

I turned intending to decline not bothering to acknowledge whoever the owner of the voice might be. And it was another shock for me...... I blinked twice to accept the reality. 🙚 🙛 🙜 In a dark room with a bright pendant bulb at the center where the table was positioned. Two-person occupying the seat across each other, playing poker, while their eyes on each other, trying to read each other's soul. Cosimo looked at his cards, jack of hearts and eight of spades. Not even suited, but he might be able to do something with it. He had the blind so had to bet anyway.

His father would definitely blame him when he got home—talk about losing more than what he bargained for! Hugh certainly would like to leave right then. However, considering that Frank was still taking part in the auction, he braved the embarrassment, just to see Frank humiliated! He called him out for bringing a counterfeit, did he? Dennis would show him! Even as Hugh sneered savagely, he watched as Frank went on stage as he expected after the crowd was done laughing. "I've come bearing Mr. Pearce two presents," Frank said as he slowly spread the canvas he brought. It was the painting of a gigantic sandworm by Salvador White, who lived over a hundred years ago. Frank himself appraised it be

I once thought that this was love, but I've finally understood that it's a bone deep familial bond! Hilda pulled him into the crowd where a group of veterans were showcasing their artistic talents. Since this was Zis' solo exhibition, many veterans who seldom made public appearances attended to exchange ideas with each other. At this time, a painter was wielding a brush as he did a color painting of a humongous yellow dog with its tongue hanging out. The painting was vivid and lifelike since it was done by an expert. Now, it was on the verge of completion with just the finishing touches left. The name of the painting was Lucky, and the dog in the painting was none other than Linux' Lucky!

This master then smiled and said, “Master Naiswell. President Zarate and Harvey, since you both are going to compete today, I happen to have a painting with me that I got by chance in the early years. I don’t know whether it’s authentic or not. Let’s appraise it today.” As soon as he finished his words, he waved his hand and an antique painting appeared in front of everyone. In this painting, a magnificent tiger was stepping on a huge boulder and roaring toward the sky. There was also a hill on the side that looked extremely vigorous. “Tiger Howl Mountains”! The two words, Jasper Higgins was inscribed below this painting! There were more than a dozen seals! Jasper Higgins’ painting?! Everyon

“What is your answer?” “We are here to play poker,” another man complained. “Not for hookers.” I twirled my long blond hair slowly around one of my slender fingers and looked through my lashes at the Silicon Valley tycoon. I could tell my movement affected him. “You don’t recognize me, do you, Mr. Mattio?” “Should I?” I smiled at him. “I guess not. But you knew my father, Dark Eye Bennet.” I paused. “Have you enjoyed the painting you paid him to steal from the archives of the Getty Museum in Los Angeles? When did you learn it was a fake? Now?”

Lucas turned to the dealer, “can I get fifteen million Kenya shillings chips?” “Same as for me,” Maina added as soon as the dealer nodded in convention. The dealer moved to the counter and gave instructions to the attendant who handed two trays full of chips worth fifteen million each and a PDQ. He placed the chips directly in front of the players on the poker table and handed each of them the PDQ’s in turns for them to swipe their cards. Interestingly, with there shady business, they were both owners of black cards due to the many umbrella companies they owned.

"Come on, it's only a little past nine. Isn't it wonderful to have a stunning guy like me around for the long night ahead?" "I'm just not interested in men right now. I'd rather spend my time raising a dog than wasting it on guys." Godwin jones couldn't help but twitch his lips. Why did these two always compare people to dogs? "Fairy Carter, how about we raise the stakes for the next round? Let's start with a hundred thousand. Interested?" She chuckled, "No thanks. My poker skills are terrible. Just getting a small win is lucky enough; I don't want to embarrass myself in front of Bernard."

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.