Pocketbook Dogs Novels & Stories

"I swear I won't! I'm a dog—dogs don't get jealous. Dogs don't ask questions about the past. Just look at me, Master. Please, just look at me." Cassian stood motionless for a long moment, allowing the sound of my ragged gasps to fill the quiet hall. Then, slowly, a faint, dangerous tilt appeared at the edge of his lips. "Do you really believe you're a dog?" he asked quietly, the question laced with a subtle, dark fascination. I looked up immediately, my eyes wide and pleading, desperate to give him the answer he wanted. "Yes, Master. Yes, I am." Cassian smirked, a cold, mocking expression that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Then why are you wearing clothes?"

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

"You said you wanted to be more like humans so you have to always be covered." He collapsed onto the couch. "But it's so hot. These pants are burning my-" "Don't! Don't say it." "You still feel embarrassed." He grinned cunningly. "No." I sat next to him. "I don't. I just don't want to hear you say it." He nodded. "Okay." Still grinning. I handed him his sandwich. He's not like other dogs. Most of the things dogs can't eat he can eat them without any problem. But I didn't risk giving him chocolate. He's now addicted to peanut butter though.

It was obvious that she must have been a gorgeous woman in her youth. Constance was carrying a small dog with snow-white fur. The dog was plump and adorable, with a tiny pink flower on its head. In dog lover’s terms, this had to be a little princess. Javier could also tell it was a Pomeranian, despite his limited dog-related knowledge.

I asked. She nodded, “Come, I’ll show you.” As we approached the kennel, the racket became ear-splitting. I stared in fascination at the majestic beasts- a St. Bernard, a Labrador, four Russian Shepherds and a pair of German Shepherds. Kneeling down, she put her long, beautiful left hand through the bars and stroked their throats, one by one. “See, Alexei has come,” she told them in a calming tone. As they became quiet, I couldn’t help but wonder how the seemingly illiterate dogs had figured out her statement. A reasonably literate Alexei had no clue.

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

"Stay out of it. Didn't you hear what Mr. Nabb said? This woman must know them. "Besides, that dog belongs to Ms. White. It should be fine." "But… she's losing a lot of blood…" The kind-hearted guard still looked uneasy. His face grew increasingly tense as he watched the pool of blood spreading beneath me. Peter merely glanced down and scoffed. "She's faking it. Everyone knows there are big dogs in this neighborhood. A real pregnant woman wouldn't be wandering around here." His words sent shockwaves through me, and my mind couldn't stay calm. Hunter was the one who introduced me to this place.

One day after Theo regained consciousness, Rose finally decided to return to her home, the place where she once lived alone next to her small restaurant. At the moment there wasn't much for Rose to do other than prepare to meet Theo at the hospital. Rose immediately drove her father's borrowed car. On the back passenger seat she placed a medium-sized box with several holes in it that was wrapped very beautifully. While beside her sat a cute little dog with curly hair and white color like cotton. Yesterday Rose had just bought the poodle breed at the pet shop. Intrigued. That was all that drew Rose's desire to bring home the poodle named Cocomelo.

Instead, we wound our way through dusty back roads, past trailer homes and barren fields of cactus and rock, until we wound up at a tiny group of cabins out in the desert. “What’s this?” “This is the fine establishment where we’re staying,” Killian said as he climbed out of the car. “Bob’s Desert Oasis.” “…Bob?” As we got out of the car, a barking pack of dogs – half a dozen of them – raced out of the main house. They were all mutts, though there seemed to be a lot of labrador in the mix. I jumped back in the convertible, but Derek bent over and held out his hands. The dogs raced around him, sniffing him, jumping up on his jeans excitedly.

But as my heartbeat slowed, the shame was replaced by a familiar, aching hollowness. I turned to my nightstand. A small Polaroid photo leaned against the lamp. In the picture, a skinny, scruffy puppy looked at the camera with guarded eyes. "Red..." I picked up the photo, tracing the edges with my thumb. "Where did you go?" It was a year ago, on a rainy night just like this one. I found him in a gutter, dying. He was covered in blood, likely mauled by other stray dogs. I didn't have much money, but I spent every spare cent on medicine and food for him. For a month, he was my only friend. He was the only living thing that didn't look at me with disgust.