Original Smile Dog Novels & Stories

Its pink tongue lolled out of its mouth as it panted happily. Damien crouched down, immediately scratching behind the pup's ears. "Awwww. What's the name?" The woman holding the leash smiled. "Suzie. She's a Labradoodle, six months old." "Well, hello, Suzie. You look like a good girl. Are you a good girl?" Damien cooed, speaking in a baby voice. The puppy yipped back at him excitedly. He turned to me, shifting to make room. "C'mon, Jack."

Mrs Darmi moved her legs many times. She smiled. The dislocated leg, which initially hurt a lot when She moved it, is now normal. The pain disappeared somewhere, replaced with a happy glow on her face. She tried to get up slowly and then stood up and moved her legs and took a step. "Alhamdulillah. My leg doesn't hurt anymore. My foot doctor is cured, thank God. Thank you, Sazkia. Thank you." Sazkia nodded.

The flowers and vegetables were blooming with vitality. The door opened, and a dog came running out, circling happily around their feet. "Doodle, stop that." Jocelyn picked up the dog and flashed a kind smile. "Did he scare you? This little guy is too energetic." "Not at all." Rebecca shook her head. "He's so cute. His name is Doodle? Doodle, look here. Give me your paw." It was a small breed, perfect for elderly people. It was easy to pick up and not too strong to walk on a leash.

She headed towards the dog and patted it on the head and it jumped towards her with so much joy, so infectious, she smiled, a genuine smile that reached her beaming eyes and heart. The brown curls were kind of dirty which meant it was lost probably for a while now, she rubbed its fur gently and it shook its dirt on her which made her laugh more. She lifted it and saw the name on the name tag, a golden bone that had the name "Shola" written on it, it was a weird name, it sounded English but it wasn't, she knew it wasn't English at least,

The little dog sniffed my fingers, then gave them a tentative lick. "Well, would you look at that!" Mrs. Smart smiled through her tears, wiping her face with the back of her hand, smudging her makeup further. "Chili-Dog likes you. He was Richie's dog, you know." I smiled softly, scratching behind Chili-Dog's ears. "He's a good boy too." And for a brief moment, the room felt just a little less heavy.

She pulls her backpack and opens it. Her dog, is a small ball of fur, coiled in on itself in its dog bed. There are several toys scattered around her and it's clear to see how much Moni babies him. The dog blinks its small eyes open when Samantha draws near. His eyebrows are shaped like he's frowning perpetually, so Samantha doesn't know when it dawns on the Pomeranian that she is a stranger. He sits back on its paws and gives one, tiny bark.

"See? I told you. You had to open your mouth and ruin my day." Owen, unfazed by my sarcasm, held up his dog, G****e, who looked adorably confused. "But look," Owen said, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he made G****e sit up on his hind legs. "How can you say no to this face?"

I say, “Although I am good looking, but no, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Jamie chuckles, “But that was a girl’s hair on your shoulder. Do you go to places like pubs or drinking bars a lot?” I snort, “No. The hair you saw was the dog.” “Dog?” I nod, “Yes, it’s my dog, Sunny. She’s a golden retriever.” Hah! Golden retriever. Henrietta is a golden retriever now, huh? As Jamie hears me, his eyes turn brighter, “Her hair is this long?”

Slowly backing away from him when he got a little too close, I tugged a half-smile as I tilted my head up to stare at him. His brown hair was dancing with the wind, and he was beaming at me as if he knew who I was. The sunlight struck his face that made his hazel eyes lighter, as he plastered a grimace while gazing down at me. I took another gulp, but this time, I decided to speak up. “Hey,” I uttered, filling the awkward silence that consumed us for a bit. “Hey, I’m sorry for my dog. She’s just used to smelling random people in the park whenever we go out,” he responded, rubbing his dog’s neck with his large hand. His voice was deep and a bit croaky which sounded so fine.

It showed in how they kept smiling. Ray and his team followed behind us as we went outside to the parking lot where their van was parked. "Are you ready sweetie?" Grant asked smiling at Olive. I covered her eyes with my palms as the golden retriever was brought down from the van. It was so beautiful and seemed to recognise Olive's scent because it immediately sniffed it's way to her as soon as it came down on level ground. I took away my hands from her eyes and Olive squealed in excitement as soon as she saw the dog.