Pocketbook Dogs Novels & Stories

She waited for a long time, without hearing anything But she opened her eyes in horror when she felt saliva filling her hand She screamed in terror when she found Black the wolf with the large scar on his cheek and his soft black fur in front of her. Even his eyes were black, unlike his owner's hazel eyes He let out soft noises to put her hand on her chest in fear, but the idea that he wouldn't hurt her made her feel more comfortable, so she raised her hand. She touched his fur and closed his eyes comfortably, moving his head against her hand. He looked like a puppy with his movements! "Let's go, don't run so fast, ok Black?" I whispered to him and that made him open his eyes

It was broad daylight, yet Sharon still felt spooked out while feeling chills crawling down her spine. Perhaps this was a bungalow that was abandoned by the Newton family a long time ago. ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of. I should hurry and look for that stupid dog. Getting back my documents is of top priority.’ “Stupid dog, come out this instant!” she shouted as she walked further down the road. Suddenly a white shadow passed by and the Pomeranian appeared in front of her. The folder her documents were in was inside the dog’s mouth.

Rhychard canceled too many appointments to make him a reliable business. The Warrior popped the lid off his coffee to let it cool a bit as he watched a young yuppie walking his little Pomeranian. Not a man's dog by any sense of the word, but then again, he lived with a canine the size of a horse. Of course, Kree would sniff his nose at being compared to a dog. I am a coshey. Can dogs talk? No. They merely do pathetic tricks to please their owners and wag their tails. Most just lie around eating and defecating on the carpet. Then he would ask if they were going to get pizza that night for dinner. Rhychard didn't care what Kree said; he was an overgrown watchdog sent to babysit the human Warri

He said and I glared at him. "Dogs or cats?" I asked. "Dogs, cats are lazy and stupid sometimes." "Agree, dogs are cute. Big dogs or small dogs?" "Big dogs, belgian malinois." "What kind of dog is that? I've never heard it." Is that even a dog breed?. "Look for it, it's a police dog. Police use it to track drugs." "It's not cute." I stated after look at the photos. "Do you think I will like poodle?" He said sarcasticly.

He nodded and said we can go ahead to check the dogs out. The pound was crazy loud with different dogs barking. I tried bonding with some of the dogs but that wasn't any connections. We kept moving until I got to a cage. In there were two dogs. They were so quiet, staring at me like they were trying to read my soul. I then noticed how huge they were with their black fur that had hints of brown around the neck and underbelly. "Those two are the wildest in this pound. It's surprising seeing them this calm." Brad said. I looked at him and turned back to the dogs. "I want them." I simply said.

She pulls her backpack and opens it. Her dog, is a small ball of fur, coiled in on itself in its dog bed. There are several toys scattered around her and it's clear to see how much Moni babies him. The dog blinks its small eyes open when Samantha draws near. His eyebrows are shaped like he's frowning perpetually, so Samantha doesn't know when it dawns on the Pomeranian that she is a stranger. He sits back on its paws and gives one, tiny bark.

"Good morning ma…" Layla greeted the woman at the counter of the grocery store. Holding onto Maddox's leash tightly. She didn't like the attention she was getting one bit and wanted to leave the grocery store as soon as possible. Maddox was one rare and very expensive dog. He was getting attention from people because of its rareness. And that was something Layla hated the most. Attention! "What can I get you?" The girl at the counter asked. "Five packets of Dog chow with kibbles and bits.." she requested.

I start walking again and he follows me. – How long are you going to hide like a mouse? You have a name in every country, a fingerprint in every database,” he whispers. In the kitchen, her dog is slumped on the carpet. It was supposed to be a Belgian shepherd ten years ago, but the animal is too old. Virtually deteriorates. "Like a ghost", I suggest. "Like a coward," he corrects.

I said. “Of course they do. They feel their skin melting and the feeling of being burnt, and they can’t stop it. This side, you see, is the peaceful part. If you go down below, it will surprise you at what you see,” he said, and I can’t imagine this place as being the peaceful part. We got to the gate and I can see some souls crying as they are being pushed inside by dogs. The dogs look like a dog but bigger and taller, their fur is pure black with white spots in different places. Their eyes are like that of the demons and they also have horns and wings and their tail is so long and the funniest part is the tail is like a snake that has a mind of its own and that is because it’s a snake.

"Hey, do you want to get back at the man who hurt you?" Logan spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at me with alarmingly bright eyes. "Yes." A vicious smile curled on my lips as I lazily tilted his chin up with the toe of my shoe. "Then become my lapdog, and I'll give you everything you want." Logan lowered his head and fell silent. Just as I grew impatient and was about to turn away, he reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Woof." From then on, Logan became my most devoted lapdog.