Pocketbook Dogs Novels & Stories

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.

“Tell me, what brought you here?” Macholo’s voice was respectful as he replied. “We stole a high-value Mercedes-Benz S-Class. We transferred money from the victim’s phone, took some jewelry, and...” He hesitated for a moment. “We also took a dog.” The Don raised an eyebrow. “A dog?” He sounded like it was something he wasn’t expecting. “What kind?” “An Australian shepherd,” Macholo replied. “A well-kept one.” The Don’s interest deepened. He leaned forward, tapping his pipe lightly against the ashtray. “An Australian shepherd, you say? That's a fine breed. Loyal, intelligent.”

His head snaps toward me like I just told him I live in an amusement park. “I love dogs! He’s probably some kind of mixed breed if you can’t pick out anything specific. Those giant breeds tend to have really distinctive traits. The mutts are usually the healthiest kinds, though. I bet he’s the best boy. Do you think I can pet him? I can’t wait to meet him. What’s his name?” Aaron is practically vibrating in the seat next to me as he gets out his phone to show me his pictures of his “doodle”. I have to admit this side of him is cute, so I coo over his pictures with him and tell him of course I’ll let him pet my dog. We finally pull up to my apartment and go to walk up the stairs and inside.

I said to him and he kept on barking as a sign of happiness "Look what I brought for you " I inserted my hand into my twenty-year-old bag to bring out the leftover pizza I brought for him. I stood up from where I squatted and jingled the pizza around which made him roll around and jump in circles as he tried to collect the pizza. "Catch!" I threw the pizza two feet away from him and he ran as fast as he could to pick it up. Peanut is an intelligent, playful Scottish Golden Retriever with a dark gold fur color i left him and started walking towards my apartment

Too steep down to reach. The dogs were in a wooden box, shoved in the corner of the kitchen between the fridge and the back door. Leia was a large, brown, terrier type with stiff waves of wiry fur. She lay very still, spread out flat on a sour-smelling blue blanket. Her breaths were fast and shallow, her ribs pressing up against her skin in pulses. Her eyes were dull, glazed over. Her nose was dry. She flinched when I touched her, but that was all. She was scrawny as a dried-out prune with a heartbeat stuck in it, but her teats were fat and swollen. Plump beneath her thin skin, heavy against her bones. Like they were sapping all the strength out of her. I guess they were. The puppies were do

What he lacked in experience, he was going to make up for in tenacity! They discussed hobbies as they made their way to their destination. Michael knew they already had photography in common, but it turned out that they both also liked over the top action movies, and even played the same mobile puzzle game! Then they got on the topic of pets, since Edwardo wanted to warn him beforehand that he had a dog at home. He said she was a pit-bull from a rescue organization that busts dog fighting rings. Apparently she was super sweet and cuddly, and Michael was really hoping things went well tonight because there was no way you could just describe a dog like that and not want to meet them!

No one POV . A red signal brought their car to a halt. Their car was the first one on the lane. Arbaaz looked out the window and saw a woman playing with the street dogs. She had long hair and fine height. The dogs seemed to really like her. Even, he was fond of dogs, and he, himself had 4 German shepherds, kids of Rocky (could read about this Dog in detail in my Book 2). He never knew that a woman was playing with dogs. All the women he knew are afraid of them at first until and unless they are their pets.

She looked to seek the source of the sound. A poodle which was as big as the size of her palm was shaking its tail at her. It was as if it was greeting her. She was a little confused and continued to walk forward. The two expressionless men in black also came down. They were still expressionless and said, "Mr. Joseph has ordered us to send you back to the Mccarthy family. This poodle is a gift for you, Madam. It hasn't been fed yet. The dog food is in the car. Mr. Joseph has ordered you to feed it."

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

‘Err, Hi General, er sorry to disturb you both, it's just, well, my friends and I were wondering’ Jack smiled encouragingly, ‘You want to know about the dogs?’ The young man sat down his face alight with interest, ‘So they are dogs?’ He asked and I turned my bright blue eyes to him and stood up shaking out my thick silky fur, ‘They are Wolf/Dogs, hybrids, half Wolf half German Shepherd, bred for their immense strength and incredible intelligence, I knew what was coming Jack loved to show off. ‘Would you guys like a demonstration? It would do them good to stretch their legs’