Sheriff Labrador X Dobby Novels & Stories

It took everything she had to sit on the love seat next to Brady instead of getting up and getting out of the house. “Lovely home,” Brady said. “You have a wonderful touch.” Zephyra did her best not to roll her eyes. “Um, Tonya, I heard you raise guard dogs,” she started. A genuine smile spread across Tonya’s face. “I do,” she said, and then the smile turned into a smug smirk. “I’ve created my own breed between husky, Doberman, Pitbull, and mastiff. Large, mean, and loyal to a fault. The perfect dog for dirty jobs.”

the sheriff said as he looked at me. “Miss Luther, I’m glad you came,” Xavier grinned as he stood up and shook my hand. “I'm Jasmine,” Jasmine intercepted and shook his hand for a long time. “I'm Abby's best friend.” “Hey, Jasmine,” he grinned. “Nice to meet you.” The sheriff grimaced as he looked at us. “You didn't come here to shake hands and make introductions,” he said in his firefighter/ grumpy old man tone. “We're here to talk about the wolf pack.”

He was startled upon seeing Dabai and Erbai, who had been severely injured. Dabai's body was covered in dozens of large and small wounds. Its body had been dyed dark red by blood. The animal was on all fours on the ground, and its breath became fainter and fainter. Erbai had been hurt even more severely. There was a large wound that might be 10 centimeters long on his neck and almost reached its trachea. The two Snow Mastiffs were so severely injured that they would definitely have died if Qin Haodong had been late by even one minute.

The snowfall two days before had kept his entire office busy with accident reports and medical emergency calls, and he still had some last-minute paperwork to finish. Deputy Damien Sykes stomped the snow off his boots before entering the sheriff's office. "Hi, Sheriff. How's it going?" Mitch pushed his chair back and stood. The large golden retriever stretched out on the soft bed in the corner, stood, and growled. "It's okay, MugShot. You remember Damien. He's okay. He's not going to hurt anybody." Mitch coaxed until the dog finally retreated, settling on his bed. He'd never fully understood why the dog disliked Damien.

Elysia My entire body was killing me. Pain came from everywhere. I hadn't showered in days, and my foot—I was pretty sure it was infected. The swelling didn’t stop; it only got worse. The pain had spread all the way to my knee. I had cried so much, it felt like the tears in my eyes had run out. “Are you okay?” Lily asked, her voice filled with so much concern. Ever since I met her that day, the guards had kept us together. They wanted her to take care of me so that I would appear ready for sale. No one wanted to buy me because of my foot. Just thinking about it devastated me.

I was excited when he spoke. 'Damn, look at those juicy, plump, curvy curve curves. I bet we can hold onto her from behind,' My wolf Kai spoke, the damn horn dog he is. Rolling my eyes I tell him, ' dude she's total jail bait. Nah, she's hot but not that hot.' 'Of course, I got the brains of this dynamic ha-ha. Look at DOB she's 18. Maybe she could be if the dragon is into her.' He states eagerly.

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.

Whatever her decision was, even if it was too sweet for him, he'd agree. Anything for her. "Marshmallow for you..." she started, gesturing at the black Rottweiler and hugging him all over "because you're so soft and fluffy and I could squish you all day. You're like a giant chocolate marshmallow, Marshmallow!" "And you" she gestured to the big Dobermann on her other side, the one who was cuddling the side of her legs and begging for attention. Alvaro's eyes squinted at him; he didn't like the way the mutt was acting.

I ask when we stroll over the kennels. “No.” “You see?” I click my tongue, “this one’s a Siberian husky, his name’s Terry. This one, an Australian Dingo—her name’s Wild.” I pause, pointing to the last dog. “This one is a Rottweiler, her name’s Elizabeth.” “What?!” Spitfire swiftly jerks up her head to look at me. When she sees the smug look on my face, she curses underneath her breath, “dammit.” I have no idea why, but teasing her gives so much joy. And energy. “Her name’s Sky.”

Dosha is a beautiful pure silver wolf, almost as big as Ryker, which is uncommon since most female wolfs are smaller than males. She walks over to me and nudges my hand with her snout. I scratch between her ears and tell her how proud we are of her, then I strip off and shirt so she can meet Ryker. After our wolves had time to get acquainted, they make their way up the trail. We gave them complete control for a while, letting them run freely. Dosha is super fast, and Ryker had to actually try to keep up with her. We've always been the fastest, and it was strange to have someone around that is faster than us.