Papillon Novels & Stories

She grabbed Beau's hand running over to the puppy area to look at puppies/dogs. They looked through the puppies/dogs seeing different breeds (such as Golden Retrievers, Huskies, German Shepherds, Pugs, French BullDogs, etc…). Marigold crouched down putting her finger up against the glass while a puppy tried to lick it. She looked up at Beau, standing next to her, and said, "Awe look how sweet he is." Beau crouched down looking at the puppy and said, "He is adorable. Do you like him?" She chuckled, saying, "I love all of them and wish I could keep every single one." Beau said, "Yeah about that… We…" She glanced behind her looking at the kittens, seeing a white kitten with one jade green eye a

"Right. Well, he lives in California and his kid is allergic to dogs so they can't take him." After minutes of silence passes between us, an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties, arrives with a pet carrier in hand. As soon as the dog spots him, he leaps back into Cassandra's arms, as if she is his safety net. "A Papillion," the gentleman states, pointing at Piggy. He's clearly been doing this a long time to just be able to name a breed by looking at it. "What's going to happen to him?" Cassandra's voice is full of concern.

Katia played with the two puppies they had found. At the vet's office, she was told that the puppy she found was a Pomeranian, about two weeks old, with white and black fur, resembling a panda bear. The kitten was an exotic cat, a Persian variant, the same age as the puppy, with ash-gray fur. Both puppies were about the size of Alyre's hands. The happiness on Katia's face was evident. ...

Inside, I wander aimlessly, unsure of where to even begin. “Can I help you?” A store employee smiles at me, handing me a basket. “Yeah, actually, do you know what kind of dog this is?” I ask, holding up Little Bear. She takes a closer look. “Looks like a Papillon. Didn’t the person who gave him to you tell you?” “Uh, no... she was a gift,” I reply awkwardly. “He, not she,” the woman corrects me with a laugh. “Looks like you weren’t expecting him.”

He tilted his ears backwards to tell them he was not there to fight. Polly thought that the name Chocolate didn’t really fit such huge tough dog. He was probably ten times bigger than him, his body was full and his fur was shiny. He also wore a collar that meant some human owned him. He was of mixed breed maybe Labrador and Aspin. A whistle distracted Chocolate. It was his master, Unyo calling him. Polly watched as Chocolate and his pack approached Unyo. Chocolate was in total surrender, tails wagging, ears pulled back and that seemed to please his human.

"Ahh!" She whipped her hand back, and Kevan looked down to see three obvious scratch marks on the back of her hand. The Ragdoll breed meant that Muffin's personality was one of clingy obedience. Although she liked playing with humans, she would never bite or claw at others like mischievous domestic cats. This was the first time she had done it ever since her birth.

She wondered as she squealed “Maxwell!” That was the first time the papillon dog made a sound. It was a squeaky sound that seemed more like a yip. His butterfly-like hairy ears, which had been badly maintained and just newly trimmed, flopped along with his movement as he yipped at Maxwell again. But the moment everyone became silent and turned to him, he buried himself against Allysyn's body again. Everyone looked at each other in speculation, then Allysyn broke the silence as she asked “Can I take him to our room? I promise I will take care of him” she quickly added, as if she was expecting a refusal.

Slowly, he leaned downwards, his eyes closing in on mine, his Adams apple moved as he swallowed, his chain dangling, his scent rushing in and filling my nostrils making butterflies explode in my stomach. He peeled his gaze from mine and turned to the dogs, his hands sliding through it's fur. A smile forming on his lips. Whilst I was unable to breathe! “ I now know why you enjoy this so much, should we buy one?” He suggested and a cough made it's way up my throat as I turned to the dog. It was a Pomeranian Fluffy, small and cute. “ Sure let's buy it.” I agreed and he drew back, tucking his hands into his pockets as he called for a worker.