Short Story Dogs Novels & Stories

The small pout made Richard chuckle as he ruffled the youngest pup’s hair and held his hand to get his teeth brushed. Nine was their curfew, and the three pups were tucked into their cots by Richard, who decided to tell them a story from long ago before they slept. It was only during bedtime that all three pups became docile. They loved hearing stories about the ancient wolves that Richard told compared to the glorious battles Ambrose liked to tell. The stories about meeting someone’s fated mate and falling in love with a human Luna often brought smiles to the pup’s face. The idea of having a mother weighed heavily on their minds, even if they didn’t express it outwardly.

"Quick! Do a quick search! I want to know who had hurt my Howling Celestial Dog." He was furious when he smelled the scent of chili powder on the Howling Celestial Dog. Even though the Howling Celestial Dog was not a godly beast, it was an enchanted dog. It had been with him for thousands of years; it was always brave and had never let him down. Yang Jian could not bear it when he saw his loyal dog harmed by mere chili powder. As the saying went—watch out for its owner when you hit a dog. Yang Jian felt he was humiliated that someone had dared to hurt his dog.

He asks when he doesn't see the two. "I have ordered them to get inside. They were chasing a squirrel and when I asked them to stop Scout started to whine. So, I threatened them by saying that I would not let them eat the treat." I let out with a huff making him laugh. "It's true that Huskies are the most dramatic dogs in the world." He replies in which I laugh along with him. ******

An Taotao thought maliciously. Down the stairs, An Taotao was just about to have breakfast when she heard the barking of a dog. Then, a Heibeied dog ran in while barking. An Taotao’s heart tightened, She was dumbfounded. The terrible and fierce dog barked at her, staring at her strangely, as if the dog would bite off her neck in the next second. This Heibeied dog is fiercer than the rhubarb dog in the village. Thinking of the fear of being dominated by the rhubarb dog as a child, An Taotao's body trembled slightly.

Lin Momo glared at him charmingly and said, "I've seen Tibetan mastiffs before, and they looked like lions. How can they be so cute?" Qin Haodong said flatly, "Miss, this little snow mastiff has just been born for two days. How big do you suppose it to be?" "No way. Can you be a little serious? Two-day-old puppies can't crawl yet. How can they run around as they do now? Not feeling like to explain again, Qin Haodong said, "Whatever, if you like pekingese, you can bring them up as pekingese." At the moment the little fellow exclaimed, "Papa, are the dogs hungry?"

“She’s five months old now. Easy to care for. Very loyal. Likes belly rubs.” I nod, listening, but my eyes are scanning the room. We move from one dog to another—Pugs, Terriers, a Maltese, even a French Bulldog. Each comes with its own story. Then I see her. She’s curled up near the corner of her cage, her fur a soft blend of brown and grey with tufts sticking out like a stuffed toy that’s been hugged too many times. She looks up at me with big, glassy eyes. “What about that one?” I ask, pointing.

Assistant Tony who was beside her whispered "That's Kie, Madam. President bought that a week after you left. I guess to represent yoi" "What breed is that?" Alice asked sluggishly. The dog was small. It was cute though. "It's a Lowchen the 'Little Lion Dog'. That breed is very rare and nearly extinct." Assistant Tony replied. He wanted to tell more to Alice like how Enzo always talked to his dog as if he was talking to Alice instead. But Assistant Tony saw Enzo walking towards them already so he zipped his mouth. Enzo twitched her lips when Alice was about to give her the dog.

The boys lazily jogged beside me as I ran to the park. After stretching and relaxing, I left for a pet store to get all they would be needing. "Good morning, could I bring my dogs in?" I asked a guy,he smiled and nodded. I went in and the same guy began to show me around helping out. We got to the section of beds but the boys didn't like the idea as they kept growling and tried to push me away from the section." Seems like they don't like the idea of a bed." The guy said. " They slept in mine last night, so that is what they want I guess." I replied.

Pockets—the corgi-sized, Leonberger-furred, big-hearted hero of this tale. I had been with them through it all: the moments of fear that shadowed Makayla, the fiery anger that flared in Lilac’s chest, the blizzard that had roared outside, the jolt of that car crash, and the silence that fell over us when the humans lost their ability to communicate. I was their silent sentinel—nudging, barking, curling up close when things felt unbearable, even staring down anyone who dared to intimidate my girls into retreating.

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