Smile Dog Novels & Stories

"How can I record when I'm lying down! I need to sit up, sit up..." After saying that, the young man smiled toward the camera. "Faster, faster..." At that time, the camera was very close to him. Molly found that when the young man smiled, he would show two lovely canine teeth. He had a gentle and handsome face, but the lovely canine teeth made his whole temperament change, especially his smile. Although he looked pale, his smile was as dazzling as the sun. At this time, the female voice sounded again. "Okay, it's done..."

I bit my lip, because there was a noiseless mystery he was enveloped in, despite being with the dogs. He stopped and held the ball, laughing out loudly, while the dogs stood waiting for him to throw the ball, wiggling their tails sideways with their tongues out, as they panted. Jealousy jolt on my insides, on seeing how happy he was, with his dogs. I wished he could be that happy with me. But he'd be so cold to me. He rarely ever did smile. He had never even laugh with me. But here he was, laughing heartedly with his dogs.

He chuckled when Rey started licking his chin hungrily, wagging her tail happily. - She liked you a lot. Missy smiled fondly at the scene before her. Liam had never liked Rey very much and the feeling was mutual. Neither one of them liked being too close to the other, and she hadn't even wondered if her little dog felt the same way about Logan. However, Rey seemed to have adored him, as her tail kept wagging.

Only unanswered questions lingered in Smiles's head, leaving her hanging in space, in the world of questions. Trying to calm herself down, she saw them, Mark and Xena. Walking towards her, it's like a test on her self-control. Watching them with the malicious smile on Xena's face was no good sign but her being Smiles, the only last one of her kind, she could only brave up herself, putting in a straight and happy face.

He opened his mouth eagerly, and I tore off a piece of duck in disgust and threw it over. He got it right, chewed it in his mouth like a big Wolf dog. Especially the way he was now half crouching in front of me, I even had an urge to touch his hair, maybe he really would suddenly grow a tail behind him, wagging happily. I let out an unrestrained snort. He smiled back. "You smiled." "So what?" "You have a beautiful smile," he said. "You should smile more, not frown all the time."

With a smile. ____

Looking down, I saw a happy-looking golden retriever. "Oh, aren't you a darling?" I crouched down to get eye level with the dog, rubbing its soft ears while the dog gave me a panting smile. Her furry tail wagged uncontrollably. "I see you've met Goldie," a male voice said from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a tall, handsome man. He had black-framed glasses, thick sandy hair and a kind smile. With a dusting of white hair, I pegged him to be in his mid-thirties. He smiled down at the dog and me.

The dog's owner says with a huge smile. "Hello, Rover!" She holds her bag of food with one hand and pets the dog with the other. "Seven, come feel his fur... it's so soft." The dog licks her on her cheek. "Ew!" She chuckled. "I'm good." Seven took a step back. "You're not a dog person?" The owner asks. "Yeah. I'm not into animals at all really. They're all smelly loud and cost a lot of money." "Well, don't have any children then." The owner laughed.

It was a silly female dog with white fur that was now a year old, and it would smile goofily at everyone. A couple days ago, Snowball had also been tricked into eating feces by Lily. Unaware of what happened, it continued smiling goofily at people. It was a large dog, probably because of the good food it had been fed. Once, Snowball fought Kater and won. There was a lot going on at the office, and she was afraid she could not arrive at her location on time. The Universal Games finally kicked off, and Taadi's team had brought good news.

What used to be a dog—a creature that possessed the hollow, rotting eyes of a dead thing—is smiling. It wasn’t a baring of teeth. It was an expression of pure, predatory amusement, its lips pulled back so far they tore at the corners of its mouth, revealing layers of glistening, raw muscle beneath. It held that smile, static and frozen, while its head twitched with insect-like precision. "They're starting to wake up," the stranger noted, his voice devoid of emotion. Inside the paddock, the silence broke. The sheep began to moan—a low, discordant sound that wasn't animalistic, but unmistakably human. The sound of a thousand people drowning at once.