Pocketbook Dogs Novels & Stories

I snorted. Enzo showed me a small puppy in the first kennel, about a foot tall. He was almost white, looked dingy, his fur a little longer than the other two, and it was all bristly, and his tongue was sticking out to the side. He was a different dog. "Enzo, that's a puppy, he'll grow up," I complained. "Not really, sir. Pipoca is an adult dog, we estimate he's three years old, and he's been with us for a year. He's calm, he hardly barks, and he's quieter," the shelter manager said.

“Late night?” I flushed at the reminder of what had happened. “Something like that,” I said, thanking her for the coffee and heading out with Morty in tow. Munching on my cookie, I continued on my route, picking up my other dogs as I went—an elderly labrador named Goldie, a lazy pit bull named Cooper, a feisty pomeranian ironically named Bella. After I picked everyone up, I headed to our usual haunt: a dog park downtown. The dogs were particularly excited today, practically pulling me along as we went. Once they saw the dog park, it was all I could do not to let them drag me down the sidewalk.

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

They did damage, biting and scratching him, but he did much more damage than they, killing or wounding most of the dogs with a single bite. "PLACE YOUR BETS! PLACE YOUR BETS!" shouted a voice. A man walked past Sam and Polly holding out a pouch filled with coins, and an empty palm. As he went, various people reached over, brushing by Sam, and shoved various size coins into his hand. He stuffed these coins into his pouch, and reached out and gave the people tickets in return. “Twenty pence on the dogs!" yelled a man, as he thrust a coin into his hand. “Two pounds on the bear!” called out another man.

A dream come true, truly. Even if light didn't arrive for another few hours, it was already two in the morning. She walked quickly to her house, where her dogs, Chowder, a Chow Chow breed, Rosie, a native dog, and Sushi, a Shi Tzu breed, welcomed her. Dogs make Annika very happy since she adores them so much and they are always ready for her. She then peeks into her mother's bedroom and notices that she appears to be fast asleep.

(Lexi’s POV) I’m going to die! I’m going to die! My heart was screaming and crying in panic, but before I found myself getting mauled by dogs, Finn put a whistle to his mouth. “Whooee-uueet!” The dogs halted abruptly, hearing probably a familiar whistle sound from their owner. My eyes widened at the different breeds of dogs, but half of their numbers were Golden Retriever and Labrador. For a dog lover, they were adorable, sitting on the ground, looking like they were smiling while panting and waiting for a treat from their owner.

– Riyjin Tsuki said. - So, unofficially? – Mathayus questioned him. - I'm using dogs to attract the owners and have sex with them, without commitment. – Riyjin Tsuki said. His dogs like Ace, Lambão, Milka, and several other well-behaved dogs, with glossy, shiny coats, which was more than six dogs strolling in the park that afternoon, while Darkness-Star led the way towards the convention. Like bees attracted to honey, or flies toward lamps, other women scurried around, exercising, walking their other dogs.

It was an unexpected and endearing sight, a stark contrast to the hostility that had filled the room moments earlier. Harper's shock was palpable. She stood frozen, her earlier arrogance momentarily eclipsed by her surprise. "Eewww! Ugly dogs! Shoo! Go away from me!" she exclaimed, attempting to shoo the dogs away with her dainty gestures. However, the puppies, displaying a surprising degree of intelligence, seemed to have sensed the hostility and disdain emanating from Harper. With a deliberate and almost defiant gesture, they proceeded to leave their mark, defiantly peeing and defecating in the path Harper intended to take. It was a small act of rebellion from the dogs, a response to the n

In just twenty minutes, my mother’s assistant gets an address and drives us to the place. It’s a ‘puppy sanctuary’ and they have a lot of different breeds. My mother goes up to all the small, adorable dogs like Pomeranians and Shih Tzus, but that’s not what I’m drawn to. I head towards the larger puppies.

A ring enchast appeared on my index and I draw a circle on the transparent screen of the pendulum's clock. The time of my neat house came back. "That's a smart, lazy way to clean up a house," he praises. My tiny dog, One, barks and attacks him! Then the rest of my dogs follow. Haiban runs into the kitchen and stays on top of the kitchen island. I wanted to laugh for it reminded me of Hessuel and One's first meeting too. To pacify the dogs, I cast them outside the house with no food—as their punishment. In the kitchen, Haiban's golden spellbook is floating in front of us as I study the spell he made that brought back his life.