Smile Dog Novels & Stories

"He's a silver lab, and this is as big as he'll get. He can get scared by large crowds of people, but we've learned he warms up quickly." "Hi Loki," Ashlynn smiles and holds her hand out to the dog that's sitting by the back wall. The dog looks at her before slowly walking towards her and sniffing her hand. After a second he judges her hand with his nose so that it moves to the top of his head. "You're so cute." Ashlynn squats down to be closer to Loki and she scratches behind his ears.

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.

Slowly backing away from him when he got a little too close, I tugged a half-smile as I tilted my head up to stare at him. His brown hair was dancing with the wind, and he was beaming at me as if he knew who I was. The sunlight struck his face that made his hazel eyes lighter, as he plastered a grimace while gazing down at me. I took another gulp, but this time, I decided to speak up. “Hey,” I uttered, filling the awkward silence that consumed us for a bit. “Hey, I’m sorry for my dog. She’s just used to smelling random people in the park whenever we go out,” he responded, rubbing his dog’s neck with his large hand. His voice was deep and a bit croaky which sounded so fine.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

I picked him up and he nuzzled his nose on my arms. "You really are a charming dog but I wonder how did you came up here? As I remember you are back in Malibu, right?" 'Weerp' he showed his teeth. Is he trying to smile or is it his smile? He wiggled on my arms and I let go of him. He rushed out of the door and I sighed. Am I that bad of a person that a dog wanted to ran away from me? Well, too much thinking is worst for me. It just make me a pessimist.

“Come.” The dog stood up. God, he looked more wolflike than a dog, and I wondered what breed he was. I’ve never seen him around the premises. Not that I’ve been here that long. He seemed harmless. He threw himself down next to me and it made the bed move. I laughed. He cocked his head at me, he seemed to be smiling. He lay with his head on the pillow like a human. I shook my head, grinning at his unusual behavior.

I can already see through that mask and see her genuine emotions. When she’s shy but tries to act tough, it’s so damn cute. She turns so red, and it makes me want to tease her more. I hope that never goes away. I want to be an old wolf making her wrinkly face blush like we’re newly mated. The laugh and smile I got from her were just as wonderful. I want more of that. When she smiles, one of her canines is longer, and she has this little snaggle tooth that’s so adorable. You can only see it when she smiles. Just thinking about her smile has put me in a better mood. I turn off the shower and step out, and I smell her.

At least not now. And if anyone was to ever ask me, I believe I am perfect. But my smile... It bothers me. It is a replica of my father's smile. And everything about him I find at fault... Especially when it is found in me. The silence that had befallen us made me feel non-existent ants crawling up my body. So, I took steps forward, ready to escape the room but my arm got held back. "When I look at your smile, I don't see a donkey's smile. And trust me, I love looking at donkeys smiles. Like the one in the movie Shrek... What is its name again?"

she exclaimed, already crouching down to pet the little dog. "No!" Fael shouted, and she quickly withdrew her hand. "Mike is a Pinscher! Are you crazy? You'd be missing a few fingers if you touched him." Fael was serious as he picked up the little dog, which seemed hoarse from barking so much and squirmed, wanting to get down and attack her. "You sneaky little troublemaker!"

But I just smiled and said," How did you know? Are you interested in me that you are keeping an eye on me? " His pop-out gains can be seen through his skin. He grits his teeth and says, "You bastard. What do you think of yourself? You are not even that handsome that any e will fall for you. " He never thought I was pretty famous on our campus and every girl even boys wanted to be with me. But I did not say anything as I can't just win over a dog's barking. I just smiled and told him to enjoy his game and then pat him on his shoulder.