Smile Dog Novels & Stories

Sniffing the air, I immediately knew who the scent belonged to. A stray dog? I almost chased after the sound, but I didn’t have much time to act because six stray dogs appeared in front of me, smiling through their teeth while their dark eyes stared at me from head to toe.

Why am I smiling? In long strides, I met up with him. The dog noticed me first as he nuzzles my leg. " Good dog", I smirked at him. Even the dog wanted me to walk him, Sebb sighed in frustration, he released the rope. At least he doesn't look angry, that is a progress. " Don't lose him", Sebastian grumbled. " I am sorry", I quickly apologize before he leave and I meant it. " I am sorry for being so rude."

Crab tried to burrow his way into the beach sand while my pooch just pulled him back and dropped him as if they were playing their own version of hide and seek. "Trixie, enough girl! Let's go home," I called with a smile on my face. Her expression always brought me a smile. Huskies got the best facial expression among the dogs, do you know that? With one more bark, she took off after me, occasionally bumping her body into my legs as we walked home. Trixie, the name itself is enough to bring a smile on my face. She is my three-year-old husky, I rescued from the roadside on a cold winter morning. Sounds cliché doesn't it? But that's what happened.

Nothing. He cocked his head to one side as he watched me, an amused smile playing on his lips. In his arms was Sammy, his samoyed breed. He was stroking the dog now, slow and gentle but firm. Just the way he caressed me. Slow and gentle—firm. My stomach flipped as he watched me. There was something in his eyes that always affected me in the oddest way. Now, like always, I felt lightheaded and just that little bit breathless.

As he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his gaze fell upon a furry figure bounding towards him. Goldie, his loyal canine companion, greeted him with unbridled enthusiasm. The wagging tail and joyful bark painted a vivid picture of canine delight. Joseph chuckled, bending down to pet Goldie's soft fur. Their playful exchange echoed through the silent corridors of the house, a symphony of companionship. "Have you eaten, Goldie?" Joseph inquired, looking into the expressive eyes of his furry friend. Goldie, ever the expressive communicator, responded with another enthusiastic bark, as if confirming his satisfaction. The bond between man and dog, a timeless connection, thrived in these s

I assumed the dog was a female, which was why she looked so happy. "Happy, calm down...!" Like me, the man seemed to be trying to calm his dog down. Our eyes met, both feeling awkward about the situation. But when I looked at his face, I realized it was familiar. "I'm sorry! My dog ​​barked first! I'm really sorry!" "Is it okay, is your dog a male?" "Yes, Snowee is a male and he's three years old." "No wonder, Happy is my female dog, she's 20 months old," he said. He seemed friendly enough, probably because we both have dogs. But I couldn't stop looking at his face, which somehow reminded me of someone I hadn't seen in a long time.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

I smile, I don't show even a small part of alteration. His smile fades into a grimace of disgust. "Tell me at once why you have come" let go quickly" you have already made me waste a minute of my valuable time, to have been able to have given it better to my dog, because he does know how to be grateful to people.

Fur tickled my skin, and I giggled. “Cute.” Dante’s soft whisper caught my ear. “Huh?” I looked at him, and my heart forgot to beat for a second. Dante was smiling. Not the cocky smirk or stoic expression he always showed me. He was wearing a soft, small smile, and his face was gentle. ‘So a dog can make him smile like this. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was a dog lover.’ “I know right. It’s so white and fluffy. What breed is it?”

The little dog sniffed my fingers, then gave them a tentative lick. "Well, would you look at that!" Mrs. Smart smiled through her tears, wiping her face with the back of her hand, smudging her makeup further. "Chili-Dog likes you. He was Richie's dog, you know." I smiled softly, scratching behind Chili-Dog's ears. "He's a good boy too." And for a brief moment, the room felt just a little less heavy.