Sheriff Labrador X Dobby Novels & Stories

"No one could have expected that, but…" Her voice was a purr. "But a pet is just a pet. It's the alliance between our families that matters." Pet. My hand tightened around my pen. "Damon?" She sensed my silence and her voice grew softer, trying to be seductive. "Don't let a dead girl ruin our future." She leaned down to kiss me. I smelled her perfume. A heavy jasmine, nothing like Nora's light, clean lily scent. A wave of nausea hit me. I shoved her away.

Its pink tongue lolled out of its mouth as it panted happily. Damien crouched down, immediately scratching behind the pup's ears. "Awwww. What's the name?" The woman holding the leash smiled. "Suzie. She's a Labradoodle, six months old." "Well, hello, Suzie. You look like a good girl. Are you a good girl?" Damien cooed, speaking in a baby voice. The puppy yipped back at him excitedly. He turned to me, shifting to make room. "C'mon, Jack."

I asked as I looked at the brown dog. Lupa giggled as the brown dog looked at me with what I swore was disgust. Hey, it's not my fault that doodles have become a fad. "A Chesapeake Bay Retriever. They're a hunting dog similar to a lab, but cooler. So, where'd you find him?" Damian answered my question and repeated his own.

“ Reyna, can you come back now?” The she-wolf rolled her eyes and hissed an annoyed sigh but then two seconds later he heard bones crack and shift. And then, he had his mate lying on the porch with an extremely annoyed expression. He held his hand out that she took after wiping off her slightly wet hair off her face and stood up straight. “ Your wolf seems pretty sweet.” She gave him a look like she was asking ‘are you serious?’ Before shaking her head and huffing. “ She is one moody pain in my ass, that’s what she is.”

I rub the top of Jabba-jaws head and follow him into the forestry, the same direction Riccardo and Rocky previously took off in. Jabba-jaws and Rocky are from the same litter. I had them trained to be rescue dogs in case I required their skills if something were to happen to Savannah. German Shepard's are loyal, intelligent, obedient, and alert. All the temperaments most humans lack. Rocky's fur coat is black and tan. Jabba-jaws fur coat is red, and black with a hint of silver. Though Rocky is more laid-back, Jabba-jaws is like a dog on crack twenty-four-seven.

“You know, dogs can smell cancer and other ailments.” “Toby has two dogs…” “Really? What breed?” English Mastiff and Irish Wolfhound. Those are really large dogs. Isn’t that crazy?!!” “I know, right?” “How does he manage them?” “Manage? They go everywhere with him.” “Even on set?” “Yep. They have passports too.” Rory blinked as he found it all weird and amusing. “Their names are Dagger and Chaos.” Rory blinked and laughed, a laugh so contagious that Christy laughed too.

Speaking of dogs, the puppies all moved to try and get to their daddy as he trotted down the aisle next to me. Thankfully, most of them have been trained well enough that when their own gave a command, they begrudgingly returned to their seats. I say most because Tootles and Melete ignored mine and Xenia’s dads, who tried to call them back. It’s unbelievable how the blending of Corgi and Leonberger created these puppies. They mostly look like a Leonberger regarding their coloring and fur texture but are Corgi size.

But Dal is a great addition to the family, and he and the other dogs get along well. When I brought him home for the first time, he was mean and didn't want to be around other people. He seems to have made a lot of progress after a lot of training with the best pros. I have eight guard dogs in total. Dal is the only Cane Corso. Zeus is the oldest dog in the pack. He is a Rottweiler. Hydra is the only girl and is a Bullmastiff. Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank.

Rex explained. "To be honest, the 7 packs are the youngest wolves we know. I didn't always run with the pack I run with now. I used to be one of Jo's Rogues. I am half Royal, half Lunari." As soon as Shyfter said he ran with the Rogues, Rex's wolf emerged and melded with his human instinctively.

“Would you guys be quiet?” She tried to be stern, but it was hard. Nola, a mangy little brown mutt, had been neglected in the past, and it showed in her desperate desire to please. Shelly, the Jack Russell, was a born fighter in spite of his diminutive size. Boris was a sleek, meek greyhound who rarely let out so much as a yelp. So what was riling him up now? Lily flipped around and froze. What was that shadow moving behind the smoothie lorry? A stab of fear go through her before she caught herself. Damn it, she was not going to be paranoid. The world wasn’t the