Retarded Dogs Novels & Stories

‘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’

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.

Going to his knees before her, ZION stared into her eyes, seeing the fear shining within her depths. How long had she been hiding this inability to feel pain? Congenital Analgesia was very rare in wolves, but ZION had heard of certain cases where wolves were tormented or physically abused during their transition. Around a wolf’s eighteenth birthday, they went through the transition that rewired their brain to connect to their wolves.

“Can we just chill, we are good and there is nothing wrong, stuff happens and sometimes it is stuff that is out of our control so we have no potion but to let them happen, and its okay, for whatever reason, I know it is genuine,’’ I assured him. We sat down at the usual spot and got silent for a while. What is he was really there, what if he was just testing me, what if? “So, what happened, you have not told me yet?’’ I inquired in a calm voice. “Well, I have a German shepherd dog that has been trained, it’s like a police dog and when it breaks out, it becomes very dangerous, it can only be restrained and put down using a gun syringe when the owner is not around,’’ Oh I nodded in understandi

The old woman lay on her bed, unable to move a single muscle. Slowly and painfully, she turned her head. A brown dog, of no particular breed, was sitting by her bedside, looking at her with sad, brown eyes. When he saw her turning her head, he moved a little closer, touching her cheek with his soft, cold nose. Slowly and with some difficulty, she smiled, which accentuated the wrinkles on her thin face. She tried to raise her hand to pat him, but her strength gave way, and her hand fell limply by the bed.

Andy agreed. “What have you learned so far?” Father asked, jumping right into things. “As mail between Olympus and the mortal realm isn’t very fast, I am still waiting to hear back from Lady Rosalyn. From what Lord Zeus could say on the subject, he knew a dog needed to be around a year before it would begin its training as a seeing-eye dog. The months before are for bonding with those they will be assisting and learning basic obedience.” Andy explained. “Now we breed a few different types of dogs. And based on temperament, our lead trainer and I agree that the Cretan hound would be most included for this level of training.” he continued.

Who would have thought that on the first day of the new year, which was the next day, Corrado would be given three pure black Labradors to be his wives. He was a happy dog! Upon learning this, Giry was amazed and even more convinced that he was on the right path. Hilda was also shocked to see Connie walking four black Labradors in the garden in the morning. "Mom, where did you find so many black dogs?" Connie reached down to pat the dog. "Black dogs are able to ward off evil. Since we have a big house, Corrado alone isn't enough to do that. So, I got three more black dogs. This ought to do it."

He had heard of a talking wolf before, but not a talking dog. The dog stepped back and sat down on its butt. “Glad that you’re looking okay. Did you see any auditory hallucination in your view? Because you fell down pretty hard on your head. I just want to make sure.” The only hallucination I’m having is seeing you being able to talk. Shawn monologued internally while he eyed the dog’s moving golden tail that brushed the tatami floor behind it. The dog is that of a Golden Retriever breed; a big breed of dogs with slightly thin nuzzles and lustrous golden coat. The dog in front of him has a coat that looks like it has been taken care of very well. Was the dog perhaps has an owner? If it does,

He beamed with pride as we stopped in front of the first cage. It was a wolf, tiny and weak. So tiny, that it sat curled up under a small tree. It lifted its head when it saw us. Then it yawned and its head fell back down. “Is that a wolf pup?” I asked, confused. “No! It’s a full grown midget wolf! Isn’t that such a blast!” He chuckled when he said it. I looked again. A midget wolf? Those were rare, super rare. They were wolves that had gone wrong, like a disability. They couldn’t reach full werewolf size, so they were usually kept inside and never released.

Still next to the pool, but a little further away, a small hot tub raised a smoke from the hot steam of its waters. A little dog house was leaning against one of the corners of the hedge that surrounded the house, and his animal that was already an advanced age, whose black hair was now gray, and one of his eyes was already blind, quickly shook his tail when I went towards him to greet him. He was trapped by a thick chain and a black leather collar, and two small bowls were outside the small house, with food in half in one and water to the top in the other.