Original Smile Dog Novels & Stories

prompting laughter amongst the group. He scrunched his nose, chuckling. Ace affectionately scratched the dog's ear, exuding warmth towards the loyal pet by his side. Taking Su's hand in his own, Ace gently guided her to place their hands on the dog's forehead, offering a tender caress that elicited a smitten giggle from the young girl. "Can we bring it with us?" she pleaded, her eyes sparkling as she admired the Doberman, fully grown and exuding a dangerous aura.

As he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his gaze fell upon a furry figure bounding towards him. Goldie, his loyal canine companion, greeted him with unbridled enthusiasm. The wagging tail and joyful bark painted a vivid picture of canine delight. Joseph chuckled, bending down to pet Goldie's soft fur. Their playful exchange echoed through the silent corridors of the house, a symphony of companionship. "Have you eaten, Goldie?" Joseph inquired, looking into the expressive eyes of his furry friend. Goldie, ever the expressive communicator, responded with another enthusiastic bark, as if confirming his satisfaction. The bond between man and dog, a timeless connection, thrived in these s

Hazel still washing the dish in the kitchen. Asher smiles widely when he saw his present. "It's a dog! It's a dog!" he jumping and clapping his hand happily. His face clearly shows that he's so excited about his present. A mixed color shepherd dog breed was collared with a name tag 'Sam' engrave with a green steel plate walk inside the house and sniffing the floor. "Aww…such a cute dog.." Loula and Akiko squint their eyes a bit. Asher was the first one who touches the dog and then he runs to Aaron and hugs him. "Thank you, daddy!"

It was so cute ≧﹏≦ A rare smile showed on his face, that stunned Kim frozen. Her heart raced as she started to blush again. On the other hand, the three boys sneered and were even more convinced that Jake was seriously sick in the head by watching him act like this. However, just as one of them was about to open his mouth to mock him, Jake talked first. The smile was still on his lips, making him look extremely gentle and handsome, but the words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down all four people's spines.

We would bring fresh flowers, clean the headstone, and spend quiet hours remembering our beloved companion. These visits seemed to help my brother heal, though the grief never completely left his eyes. Until six months later, when I decided to try something that might help him move forward. I had spent weeks searching through different litters, looking for just the right puppy. When I finally found him—a small Siberian mix with Rex's distinctive markings and intelligent eyes—I knew he was the one. On the anniversary of Rex's death, I brought the puppy to my brother's office. The little dog bounded into the room with Rex's same enthusiastic energy, immediately going to my brother and placing

"What an incurably mad dog you are." Instead of feeling insulted, a strange wave of relief washed over me. I welcomed the title. It was the only label that bound my existence to his. "Then... can the mad dog stay?" Without waiting for his verbal consent, I shifted my weight off the wall and smoothly dropped into a perfect, low kneel directly before his leather boots. I bowed my head, exposing the back of my neck in total, unconditional submission.

The old woman lay on her bed, unable to move a single muscle. Slowly and painfully, she turned her head. A brown dog, of no particular breed, was sitting by her bedside, looking at her with sad, brown eyes. When he saw her turning her head, he moved a little closer, touching her cheek with his soft, cold nose. Slowly and with some difficulty, she smiled, which accentuated the wrinkles on her thin face. She tried to raise her hand to pat him, but her strength gave way, and her hand fell limply by the bed.

Samuel's eye looked like, they were looking at him like trying to learn a whole new language. June looked away from those blue eyes when there was another bark. He dug his fingertips unto Samuel's shoulder. "There is nothing to be scared of," Samuel assured with a small smile, "Lion, is quite friendly." June looked at the Golden Retriever who had panting and wagging his tail while it's dark eyes looked at him and Samuel. "You have a pet dog and you named it Lion?" Samuel chuckled. He got on his knees and started rubbing Lion's ear.

I sat on the lengthy couch. One of the big dogs that has a silver dog tag with the name 'Four' is a passive type. I know from the first glance that it's a she. She let me rub her head and her tail waggles. The rest of the dogs have the same silver tags with their names that are after a number. The little wild type is called 'One'. Some are sniffing my knees. While soothing myself with the docile dogs, Linly gave me a cup of chocolate tea. "We're preparing for tomorrow's celebration, the comeback of the lost ones. I'm sorry if we can't address your purpose here yet."

He opened his mouth eagerly, and I tore off a piece of duck in disgust and threw it over. He got it right, chewed it in his mouth like a big Wolf dog. Especially the way he was now half crouching in front of me, I even had an urge to touch his hair, maybe he really would suddenly grow a tail behind him, wagging happily. I let out an unrestrained snort. He smiled back. "You smiled." "So what?" "You have a beautiful smile," he said. "You should smile more, not frown all the time."