Paw Patrol Beagle Novels & Stories

I chuckled and nudged her gently, "but wolves are like dogs, aren't they?" An offended look crossed Bea's face at that and the feeling of wanting to pinch her cute chubby cheeks washed over me. Bea met my gaze steadily with a serious expression on her face, her lips drawn in a straight line. I mentally screamed at the adorable sight. "Bea no dog," she patted her chest proudly, "Bea wolf!" An infatuated smile tugged at my lips, and I tapped her nose in adoration, "Of course you are. I'm sorry."

Biscuit jumped up and nearly knocked me over. Biscuit was small but was solid like a rock. He was a good dog, loyal and a great protector. Anytime someone was near my trailer he would bark up a storm alerting me and making them think twice. He looked like a standard pit, thick shoulders, no neck, and a big block head that was always smiling. A sloppy wet pink tongue lolling out of his mouth was the perfect accessory. He was a runt even now, smaller than a standard pit. He had short fur that was half brown and half white in splotches and one perfectly black spot on his rump. He was great with the kids in the lot next to mine and they loved playing chase and fetch with him. They could do anyth

They finally picked out everything. They went with a fox terrier set of ears and remote vibrating butt plug fox tail in brown and white. Becky's collar was slim, black, silk padded leather, with a small bone shaped lock. A metal engraved plate on the collar said "McLoed Family Pet." Her dog tag was engraved with her pet name, well the cleaner version, though they agreed her real pet name was fuck puppy. They had the tag engraved "Love Puppy".

Phoebe Growling playfully at Saben as he gently tugs on my tail, I swat at my pup with my paw, getting a squeal of delight from him as he lets go of my tail and ducks, running away from me toward the garden. I grin, trotting after my pup while staying alert for any threats, even though our small cottage is deep inside Haven Trail’s territory.

“You used to get so angry.” Coraline rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at the memory. “Ugh. How can I forget? But I don’t think it’s fair to base our decision on which dog reminds you of Jackie’s peeing habits,” she said teasingly. Mom laughed and shook her head. “You’re right, of course. But it’s just that the beagle seems so sweet and playful. Plus, I think it would be a good fit for our family.” The sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupted us, and I hastily grabbed my phone and typed out a message to Ava.

My heart leaped in vitality when the familiar high-pitched sound of a hound infiltrated my hearing. It was my hound, Poloy. A smile cracked my lips. My hound never failed me as my comrade in this battle of hell. "It's bad. We've been surrounded by the beasts!" Belle hurriedly informed them after getting out of the truck. When the window was rolled up, I saw Poloy leading the Aardwolves and Black Vultures. They were blocking the front, hindering the truck to move further. The exciting part is, we're on the turnpike road, all the way to their base underground. Unfortunately, the gap between this road and their base was miles away.

She was shouting at the top of her lungs and waving her hand exaggeratedly. "Ruuuunn!!!!! Ruuuunnn!!!!! Don't stand there!!!!!! There's a beast! Get out of the way!" Before Audrey's warning could even register to their brains, they saw the beast chasing behind Andrew and they now realized what could have made their friend run like a lunatic. "It's a beast!!!!!! The beast looked like a combination of a raging wolf and a rabid hound. It has three tails behind its massive body. It is a Three-tailed Wolfhound!!!

Speaking of dogs, the puppies all moved to try and get to their daddy as he trotted down the aisle next to me. Thankfully, most of them have been trained well enough that when their own gave a command, they begrudgingly returned to their seats. I say most because Tootles and Melete ignored mine and Xenia’s dads, who tried to call them back. It’s unbelievable how the blending of Corgi and Leonberger created these puppies. They mostly look like a Leonberger regarding their coloring and fur texture but are Corgi size.

“You don’t smell bad.” “That kid seemed to think so,” she whispered. “Hey, you remember what it was like to be a kid, right, and you have these ideas in your head that you can be a superhero or whatever? Well, he watches Paw Patrol and thinks he has a super sniffer. It’s just something he likes right now and will be fuel for future embarrassment later in life.”

Trista’s POV Belle let out a horrified scream. It reverberated through the forest. “Pele, no!” I cried out again. But Pele was in full wolf form by now. His wolf was magnificent, with broad, muscular shoulders and deep, brown fur with matching eyes. He bent down onto his hind legs and put his head onto his front paws. It was a playful position, and was welcoming the kids to come and touch his fur. Of course, the kids didn’t know that though.