Original Smile Dog Novels & Stories

"Why are you walking him out here so late at night?" “Samoyed,” Sebastian replied, his smile spreading as he looked down at the dog. “I named him Al.” I watched the dog closely. He was so white, his fur so thick and groomed, almost like a cloud. I couldn’t help but feel the urge to reach out and pet him. And when I did, the sensation was even better than I imagined. His fur was soft, as if I were touching a puff of cotton. The light scent that lingered around him reminded me of a fresh breeze, like a field of flowers after the rain.

It was empathy. My heart began to soften. Perhaps Jett Heathrow was more than just calculated PR and force. At that moment, a tiny, white, fluffy dog jumped up to his legs and gave him a playful yap. Jett recoiled almost imperceptibly, then quickly straightened, his public image resuming its position. He cleared his throat and forced a happy smile. "Right,"he said. He patted the dog's head hesitantly and almost awkwardly, capturing the moment on camera. "Look at this little guy! Full of energy!"he said.

The man and his dog painted a peaceful picture. I wanted to stop my Samoyed from disturbing this pleasant scene, but its playful nature took over as it barked excitedly at Goofy. Goofy, being timid, tucked his tail and tried to hide behind Luke at the sound of my dog's barking. Goofy had lost weight during his illness but had just regained it, his coat now smooth and glossy. Luke looked up, and I apologized, "I'm sorry for disturbing you. My dog gets lonely at home all day, so he's excited to see Goofy and wants to make friends."

Ah, home sweet home. She immediately saw their female Japanese spitz dog, Pitchy, who wagged its tail excitedly the moment she saw her. She smiled widely and approached its cage, gently patting its head. Pitchy barked and she giggled. How cute! The noise that Pitchy created made her mommy open the door.

It's a puppy. "Oh my gosh," I hear my voice say. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh," I keep saying, tearing my eyes away from the precious fuzzball for a brief moment to look at Ryan. He's got the largest smile I've ever seen on his face before. I look back at the dog to see its mouth fall open and the bright pink tongue loll out. It looks like the puppy is smiling at me too. "Oh my gosh," I say, unable to think of anything else as I step forward and reach for the fluffy puppy. Ryan hands the dog to me and I gently hold the warm, cuddly animal. The puppy licks my arm and I giggle. The dog looks like a miniature polar bear. I stroke his downy coat. "Oh my gosh, he's so soft!"

Sitting there on the tile floor, completely focused on her food, like nothing else in the world mattered. That’s when I smiled. The first real one in a while. “Smile,” I whispered. She looked up at me. “That’s your name,” I said. “Smile. Because that’s what you make me do.” She gave a soft meow and kept eating. The next morning was a Saturday. No work. No plans. I wrapped Smile in an old hoodie and took her to the vet. The clinic was quiet when I got there. Just a couple of people in the waiting area, holding small dogs or carriers. Smile stayed calm the whole time, curled against my chest like she trusted me completely. That hit harder than I expected.

Tom, Peach, Mondo, Niko, and Blaze are large and robust dogs of Jayden Lin. They are trained guardian dogs capable of crushing the bones of an adult human. Jayden trained his dogs specifically to be hunters and used them to catch and kill a few times. Moreover, Blaze was not a recommended pet for most people because of its aggressiveness towards humans. Blaze is the result of crossbreeding between a German Shepherd and a Wolf. It is Jayden Lin's darling. The dog was rescued by Jayden when he was a pup from a street show in Hong Kong. After all, the dog subdued to Jayden only.

“No. But Dr. James says he is really nice. He's really smart, too.” I gave the dog a skeptical look. It had just returned, but with a different stick than the one Tyler had thrown. The dog was pure mutt. There might have been some sort of lab in his genetic history, but the individual breeds had become so mixed it was impossible to tell what heritage the dog could claim. I had to admit that his floppy ears and doggy grin were rather adorable. “Spock, sit,” Tyler commanded. The dog promptly dropped to a sitting position, his tail still wagging furiously. Tyler grinned at me. “Spock, speak.”

"What's with that crooked grin? Act normal. Stop doing that." This was on her. She had shown him those videos, and now, he picked up the worst habit. That lopsided look made him seem like he'd had a stroke. Raising a smart dog really wasn't easy. Noticing her mood, Cola lowered his ears and leaned closer to her. Nicole tightened her grip on the leash, keeping him close so he wouldn't act out. After being indoors for days, the air outside felt clearer. In broad daylight, there were far fewer people openly robbing others. Even those lurking around were more cautious now.

I bent down and scooped the sixty-some-pound dog into my arms. I smoothed the white fur along Koda's back, then lifted my head and swept my gaze across the silent crowd. "Take a good look, everyone." My voice carried to every corner of the grounds. "This is my son Koda." "A two-year-old purebred Samoyed." Every drop of color drained from Gloria's face. Her lips trembled violently. "No... that's impossible!" She stumbled backward, gaping at the dog in my arms. "You're lying!" I raised an eyebrow, perfectly composed.