Paw Patrol Poodle Novels & Stories

ELOWEN "That's a pretty puppy." I bent low to pet the poodle that James had been walking across the lawn. I ran my hair slowly through it's soft fur, causing her to lower her bottom, sitting on the grass and lean into my palm. I smiled, lifting my head to James who was watching us. "A he or a her?" I asked, straightening my posture and tucking my hair behind my head. "A her, ma'am." I smiled, lowering my eyes to the poodle now sniffing the grass and scratching her feet vigorously, in a digging motion but she wasn't bringing up any grass.

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

The distinct sound of claws scratching the carpet as they pound through the hallway has my knives ready, but Devlin just stands in the middle of the hallway, eyes locked in the noise's direction with her hands clenched by her sides. She takes a deep breath and unclenches her hands. She shoots a lopsided smile my way before tipping her chin as she prepares herself for what's to come. A rough-looking mutt prowls around the corner with its sights set on Devlin. She hasn’t moved a muscle, but this light brown wolf that’s no taller than her waist isn’t what I pictured the future Alpha of the pack looking like. He moves closer to us with his head down and his teeth bared. He’s still larger than an

Daisy keeps easy pace with us. I watch Daisy from the corner of my eye-tongue hanging out, tail wagging. "What kind of dog is he?" I ask because I can't take it anymore. "He's a shepadoodle." I glance her way in surprise. "A what?" "German shepherd standard poodle mix," she replies with a straight face. "They're in very high demand." "For crazy people," I mutter. "My family will tell you I'm crazy. What of it? We all need a bit of insanity in our lives. People shouldn't live in a sterile box like you do."

"That toy poodle is so adorable! Sir, how much is it? I’ll take it!" Inside the bustling pet market, my best friend, Emily Summers, who’d always been terrified of dogs, rushed up to the pet shop owner, not even bothering to ask the price before claiming Snowy the fluffy white poodle for herself. Then, she quickly scooped Snowy into her arms, clutching it like she was afraid I’d snatch it away. Watching her, I instantly knew she had been reborn too.

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.

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

His soft white curls were plastered to his body, making him look like a classic drowned rat. But when I tried to pull apart his hind legs to wash underneath, he absolutely refused. He clamped them shut and covered himself with both front paws. I couldn't help laughing. "What, you can even get shy like a human?" I froze as soon as I said that, then stared at the poodle in disbelief. "Hold on… Don't tell me you still remember who you are." The poodle, who'd been playing dead, suddenly stiffened. He covered his eyes with his paws, guilty as sin.

Chase grumbled with mild curiosity. "This is Chase. He is a German Shepherd puppy and the second member of the PAW Patrol." "Really?" His voice trailed off, clearly impressed. "Well, that's pretty nice.I have a dog, a real dog; his name is Ruru." "Woah! Really, Mr. Johnson?" "Yes." Tommy smiled, proud of his toy. "But mommy hates real dogs, but Chase here is a police and traffic cop dog and a super spy police dog." As they chatted, Amaya beat harder than ever. She tried to keep Tommy away from Chase, but the man kneeled down and took to her son like they were longtime buddies.

Poodles are very attached to their master and cannot bear to be left alone for a longer time. "Greja let's go meet your parents." Emiel caressed the poodle's fluffy ears and led it to where Ivoryina and Alexander stood. Alexander fell for the well behaved and beautiful poodle at first sight and didn't hesitate to pat the dog with a smile. Ivoryina was still muddled over Emiel's words but still found the poodle way too cute to ignore. Giving in to a normal lady's fondness of fluffy things, she scratched under Greja's chin―earning a indulging woof from the dog.