Novel & Cerita Short Story Dogs

Their temper diminished when they realized that it was the owner of the house. Ciro rushed over and opened the door for her again. Bethany did not get out of the car for fear of the canines. -Don't be afraid, they know you and love you very much. -Ciro said, waiting for her. The woman took a deep breath and carefully put one foot on the ground and then the other. Suddenly, the dogs pounced on her, but before she could get scared, she noticed how friendly they were with her. They wagged their tails from side to side and fought for her attention. Bethany, calm, greeted each one, reading their respective names on the bone-shaped tag hanging from their collars: "Azteca" "Taliban" and the female

I call out. I soon hear little patters on the floor, the three dogs, Aura, Kyra and Fang. One of Erica’s favourite movies when she was younger was White Fang, hence the name. They rush to greet me, all waiting for a scratch behind the ear and the treat I always give them when I come in. I take them from my pocket, giving each of them one, and they disappear to eat them. “Auntie Aubrey.” Daisy beams excitedly, running towards me. I scoop her up, hugging her. She is only three, so she is easy to pick up.

A woman came home from shopping to find her Doberman dog choking on something. She quickly put him in the car and rushed him to the vet. The vet told her to go home while he operated to remove whatever was lodged in the dog's windpipe, and he'd call her when she could pick up her pet. The woman hadn't been home for long when the vet called and told her in a calm but urgent voice to get out of her house immediately, and that he'd come by to explain in a few minutes. From her neighbour's window she saw the vet arrive with several police cars, and she ran out to see if her dog was all right and to see what was going on. As the police ran into her house, the vet told her what her loving pet had

Pest number 10 really. "Are you gonna stare at me all day?" As if she's staring at it? Ship muks. She stared at him and followed the man. It does not mean that she is now Mrs. McCluskey, that she would be kind of x10, that's not in her dictionary. She needs it, she needs it too. To make the story short, they both needed themselves together. "I have 2 dogs in this house, a husky and a golden retriever. I tell you this to give you warning, never go near the back door. My doggies will eat you alive."

"I warned them. I told them not to rush in when dealing with strangers. And now look at this. They threw their lives away." The four men on the ground belonged to the village's hotheaded younger generation. Adrian had tried to stop them, but they were convinced they could not miss such an opportunity. They had jumped onto dog-drawn sleds and rushed out to block the road. Every last one of them had died as a result. Edmund looked around and frowned deeply. "Where are the dogs? Where did all the dogs go?" The village dogs were carefully raised and trained. Descended from wolves, they possessed strong pack loyalty. Once they recognized an owner, they almost never abandoned them. The idea that a

It had cream walls, a four poster bed and an en suite bathroom, a walk in wardrobe and a balcony that overlooked the swimming pool and patio area. Putting the bag on the bed Melissa set about putting her stuff away. Once everything was sorted she went back downstairs to let the dogs in from the run they were in. Melissa’s family had three dogs a German Shepherd called Storm daft as a brush but an excellent guard dog and he loved his humans. An all black Belgian malinois called Ebony who liked to think she was top dog. And finally the boss that was a St Bernard called Sully short for Sullivan, he was old now at nearly 10 and he had been Melissa’s best friend. All three dogs had ran over to he

she tells me with a grin. "Yes I do. They're all different breeds. Like Alpha, Bravo and Delta are actual wolves that I rescued years ago from the forest surrounding one of my safehouses. Demon, Sheba and Sarge are purebred dogs. Zeke, Lita and Cain are mixed breed. But all have been trained by myself and a couple other trusted people." I say as Alpha decides she's done with the affection and leaves the room.

He had rushed here the second the last document was signed at the office. ​He looked at Spring. ​"Do you want to hear a story?" August asked. He felt foolish, but the silence was starting to feel like a blanker. ​He searched his mind for something...anything—that wasn't a a legal threat. ​"Today... on the way here... I saw a dog. A scruffy thing, missing half an ear. It was chasing a... ummm... a rat? Or maybe it was a very small squirrel. The dog was so focused, so determined, and then the rat just ran under a parked car. The dog stopped, looked around, and just... sat there. It looked so confused. Like it didn't know what to do once the chase was over."

“Where was I again? Ah. Right…” The story. “It was about a dog,” I said lazily. “A small, greedy thing… well respected among the others. The leader of its pack. It had everything it should have, everything at its level, anyway.” A rogue lunged from my left. I caught his wrist mid-strike, twisting, bone snapping under my grip like dry wood. Before he could scream, I drove him into the ground, the impact cracking beneath us as a wild grin stretched across my lips.