Original Smile Dog Novels & Stories

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

He seems cute and not scary like usual. "Can you help me make a cake for my brother. It's our birthday today." "Oh? I didn't know." "I saw humans like to celebrate birthdays and have cake." "Of course I'll help. Let's make it quick then." We went into the kitchen and started mixing. I made sure to search for a canid-friendly recipe. Mudi doesn't seem like a scary and tight-lipped person when he opens up. He's more on the shy side which is something I didn't expect at all. His smiles are so precious.

Ethan speaks first this time. “You came back.” Grayson smiles softly. “I told you I would.” Ethan nods slowly. Like he’s confirming something important. Jamie sits beside him. “I brought you something,” Jamie says, holding out a small puppy toy. Ethan looks at it. “For me?” Jamie nods. “Yeah. Because we have a real puppy at home.” Ethan looks surprised. “A real one?” “Yeah. He’s crazy.” Ethan smiles slightly. It’s the first real smile we’ve seen.

A golden retriever with excited eyes, it hugged Mikhail at the waist and wiggled it's tail at an amazing speed. "Easy Leo." he murmured and kissed the dog's forehead before it dropped down. Leo came straight to me next. It circled me, sniffing and wagging it's tail. I stood still, not wanting to do something to make it lash out on me. "It doesn't bite right?" I asked and he laughed. He actually laughed. It was my first time hearing it too. I liked the sound, it was raw, nothing like the trained voices I grew up around. My parents even made me laugh a certain way so that the media wouldn't find anything to use against me.

I simply said. Brad looked at me like l had lost my mind. "They won't do anything. Maybe they were aggressive because they didn't like the place." I said to him. Their names were Captain and Duke. A guy came to open the door of the cage and they rushed out jumping at me attacking my face and body with licks." Oh my goodness, you two like to lick too much." I giggled. I signed all necessary documents and left with my two new doggies. †*†*†

’ The little dog looked around, eyed Murad rather suspiciously, then spied Irene and trotted towards her. ‘She’s a Bichon Frise. They used to be favourites of French Royalty, trust Olivia,’ he said wryly. ‘But they’re a gentle, cheerful, non-hair-shedding breed. She’s about nine months old and well trained.’ Josie sat down in front of Irene and looked up at her out of beautiful melting brown eyes—eyes that would melt a heart of stone. ‘But—but how come?’ Irene had difficulty with her voice as she raised her eyes to his. ‘I don’t understand.’

Olivia I lifted my face from the computer screen as Mr. Cameroon walked into the clinic with his dog. A smile immediately spread across my face as I greeted them both. With enthusiasm, I crouched down to the dog's level and began petting him gently. "Hey buddy, how have you been?" I cheerfully asked the furry friend, who responded with a wagging tongue and wiggling body. Mr. Cameroon stood by, a grateful smile playing on his lips. "Well, he's been pretty fine. He wouldn't allow me to rest ever since he got his energy back," Mr. Cameroon shared, and I nodded in understanding. "I'm glad he is," I replied, genuinely happy to hear about the dog's progress.

He started scratching his body with his hind leg and then came sniffing Chastine while wagging his tail, making an impression that he was Chastine’s dog. “Wow, is that your dog?” the local began the conversation with her. Being quick witted that she was, she responded, “why, yes, yes! This is my dog, Juste.” She happily smiled back at the Makinarian and patted Juste at the head. Juste barked happily. “Is it an aggressive one?” “Uhm, no, no! He’s a friendly dog ahehe!” Juste then came sniffing the local on the foot.

That dog had an uncanny ability to sense when she was already irritated and cling to her like an unwanted child, pushing her further over the edge. Sending him back to his owner by evening felt like the first blessing in her life so far. Sending back a simple thumbs-up emoji, she moved onto the second message. This one was from Logan. [Are you coming over today? Minho’s quite energetic while waiting for you.] The message earned a slight crease of Mirena's brows. Quite energetic was one way to put it. Vindictive menace was another. The Samoyed derived an almost sadistic pleasure from clinging to her despite her protest—seeing her miserable.

Nothing. He cocked his head to one side as he watched me, an amused smile playing on his lips. In his arms was Sammy, his samoyed breed. He was stroking the dog now, slow and gentle but firm. Just the way he caressed me. Slow and gentle—firm. My stomach flipped as he watched me. There was something in his eyes that always affected me in the oddest way. Now, like always, I felt lightheaded and just that little bit breathless.