Sheriff Labrador X Dobby Novels & Stories

I only close my eyes when I'm too exhausted to keep them open. On day four at my brother's house, I take my throwaway cell into the backyard and sit on the steps while Daisy does his business. He's one of the oddest looking dogs imaginable with shepherd markings and the kinky curly hair of a standard poodle. The day after we arrived, Daisy and I had a serious problem when he tried humping my leg. Linc, the ass, snickered. Shelby stopped me from pummeling my brother by saying Daisy really liked the Street brothers and unless we proved who the boss is, Daisy's "like" might result in puppies. Shelby's a strange one. Her dog more so.

The little guy was very well-behaved, lying down as soon as he entered. "He's cuter than the previous Dooby." They had adopted the previous Dooby together. Later, they left it with Tobias's grandfather, and it lived until old age. "This Dooby has a much bigger temper than the previous one, and he's picky about food," Tobias said. Charlotte turned the car around, laughing. "Doesn't seem like it." "He acts well-behaved when he sees strangers," Tobias said, giving her directions. Charlotte drove slowly, making a wrong turn halfway.

A moment later, I hear the shower running. I’m still sitting in the same spot, still staring off into the distance. My name is Calla. Three years ago, I was sold off by my father for the sake of an alliance bet ween Ash Creek and Dashbury packs. A beacon of peace, forced to end the war between both our werewolf families. Three years ago, Blade Blackthorn made me his official breeder.

My face was on fire. I could feel the heat radiating through his hands. “I... he... it has very sharp teeth for a Labrador,” I squeaked, my voice embarrassingly high-pitched. Jax’s smirk was a tangible thing in the dark space between us. “Yeah, well, he also fetches slippers. He’s a real menace.”

“Okay then, do you have a favourite animal?” “Hmm are we talking pet or wild animal?” “Let’s say one of each.” “Okay, well as far as pets go, I have always wanted to have a dog, something large and fluffy that I can snuggle with.” I can see why she would want that, considering how she is relaxing into her chair the longer we are talking. I think she would like Lobo, my cross breed, he is half husky and half wolf. The breeder wanted to drown the whole litter, but I convinced them that they should train the dogs instead as they could prove more useful working animals with their wolf strength.

I delicately lifted my paw as if to shake Drew’s hand, ‘Oh my you are one well-trained boy’ He shook my pay enthusiastically and Jack hid a smile, ‘He’s awful big Sir, is he one of those dang hybrids my parents have been telling me about’ Drew was rubbing my ears as he spoke and Jack deliberately spoke loud enough for those around to hear, ‘Hybrid’s? Well I guess you could call him that. Sirius is a Wolf-Dog bred purely for Military purposes. He is stronger, faster and much more intelligent than any German Shepherd.’

"And as much as I like making out with my older boyfriend, I really like to see the castle you bought. Can we take Gergo with us? he likes to explore." I chuckled telling her, of course, we can while thinking of telling her about the Dobermans I have back at the den. A long time ago, I decided to start breeding and training the best of them when we needed a better alarm system and let them roam the yard to patrol for added security awareness. It helped when Aldrich sired one of the best breeders in the country, the male vampire had been with us for the last couple of decades, almost a century now.

Sienna We get to the gate on our two legs, and I’m wondering why we didn’t drive in. Kylie has the remote and opens the gate. Two Labradors and a German shepherd come running down from the back. Kylie rubs them and so does Diamond with a familiarity. “This is Niklaus, Raven, and Jasper.” Diamond points to each of them. The names are different but Niklaus, the German Shepherd stands out. He has a long coat and massive paws.

“Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.” “We should have Doc compare the teeth and claws to the marks on the body,” I said. Sheriff West had arrived by that point. He looked like the last thing he wanted was to drag this out any further, but he hated loose ends as much as I did. “Do it,” he said. “But as far as I’m concerned, this matter is closed. Washington County raided a farm on the other side of the county line where they’d been breeding these for guard dogs. Looks like a few escaped and picked up rabies along the way here.

He's walking with his tail in between his legs. "He just needs a home," She replies with a large smile. "And hopefully that's ours." Ours. She said our home. Damn that makes me feel fucking ecstatic. A stupid grin comes to my face as we walk with the worker towards one of the rooms. Ashlynn has a small skip in her step as we walk and I'm starting to think the dog is more for her than Lily, but I'm not going to say anything. "Alright so this is Loki, he's only three," the worker says as he closes the door behind him. "He's a silver lab, and this is as big as he'll get. He can get scared by large crowds of people, but we've learned he warms up quickly."