Papillon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

In a hushed tone, Gerella assured, “We’re going on a trip together, some place nice and cozy.” “Will that place have big, buu paa-pee-lionibus?” Little Isla had been fascinated by papilionibus ever since she noticed the protection mark on everyone’s necks that bore the symbol, even her own. Gerella once told Isla that papilionibus were blue, showing the girl a picture of the insect from a book that had been handed down for generations. Gerella held on to her excited smile and said, “Who knows? We might just see them.”