Smile Dog Novels & Stories

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."

[One Month Later] “I’ll have one large, classic coffee, please!” exclaimed a woman customer with captivating large brown eyes. Her bright childish smile lit up her face as she stood there, holding a small, impeccably groomed, white furry puppy in one arm. With her free hand, she lovingly rubbed the tiny head of her adorable canine companion.

She pulls her backpack and opens it. Her dog, is a small ball of fur, coiled in on itself in its dog bed. There are several toys scattered around her and it's clear to see how much Moni babies him. The dog blinks its small eyes open when Samantha draws near. His eyebrows are shaped like he's frowning perpetually, so Samantha doesn't know when it dawns on the Pomeranian that she is a stranger. He sits back on its paws and gives one, tiny bark.

“Bullshit reasoning! I pay to keep a dog, not to let it boss me around or get myself mauled. There’s no ‘logic’ here—if a dog bites people, it’s wrong. Period!” Xena was momentarily speechless. “You…!” She quickly regained her composure and snapped back. “Don’t change the subject! I’m streaming today because Kate Lincoln abused her dog. I’ve seen that dog myself—it’s the sweetest thing!” “Hahaha!” Dogman suddenly burst into laughter, leaving the livestream chat flooded with question marks. After his laughter subsided, he said mockingly. “Sweet? Folks, don’t let this chick fool you. I’m Dogman—I’ve never taken in a so-called ‘sweet’ dog.

Its pink tongue lolled out of its mouth as it panted happily. Damien crouched down, immediately scratching behind the pup's ears. "Awwww. What's the name?" The woman holding the leash smiled. "Suzie. She's a Labradoodle, six months old." "Well, hello, Suzie. You look like a good girl. Are you a good girl?" Damien cooed, speaking in a baby voice. The puppy yipped back at him excitedly. He turned to me, shifting to make room. "C'mon, Jack."

He looks so much older when he contemplates like that. “How old are you?” I ask without thinking. He looks up and that one brow does its thing, “Why would you ask that?” He says. “You look so young especially when you smile, a real smile not your scary, I’m gunna kill you and like it smile. But when you’re contemplating, thinking really hard on something like it’s stumped you, you seem older,” I explain. For some reason I can’t place, this Alpha makes me too comfortable. Then he smiles and I kind of melt a little but I stump that down before it goes any further. “I’m 35, in human years,” he says. “And in dog years that would be?” I say, Star mentally kicks me for that one. He laughs, “You re

I’m already sliding into executioner mode, my voice dropping like a blade. “Step away from that dog.” Everyone freezes. Trixie glares at me like I just kicked a basket of kittens. “What did the cute puppy do to you? You don’t have to be that mean!” But the dog looks at me—and I swear, I swear—it grins. Not a normal grin. Not the happy tongue-lolling face of a dog who’s found a new friend. No, this is sharp. Wrong. Intentional. I flex my fingers at my sides, grounding myself in the training the White Mage drilled into me. This is it. Time to see if those endless hours of chanting actually paid off.

I freeze. “Uh… dogs?” I ask. “Yes! Big dogs. Small dogs. A Chihuahua! Please?” Carmen pleads and gives me a look like I’m denying her oxygen. “No dogs. They bite. They’re dangerous,” Connor huffs. “Only to bad people,” I quip. Carmen laughs like I just delivered the funniest joke in history. Connor scowls, clearly unimpressed. Maddie groans. “Logan, don’t …” she begins, but I’ve already surrendered.

Slowly, he leaned downwards, his eyes closing in on mine, his Adams apple moved as he swallowed, his chain dangling, his scent rushing in and filling my nostrils making butterflies explode in my stomach. He peeled his gaze from mine and turned to the dogs, his hands sliding through it's fur. A smile forming on his lips. Whilst I was unable to breathe! “ I now know why you enjoy this so much, should we buy one?” He suggested and a cough made it's way up my throat as I turned to the dog. It was a Pomeranian Fluffy, small and cute. “ Sure let's buy it.” I agreed and he drew back, tucking his hands into his pockets as he called for a worker.

Sam held up his hands. "Easy there. We are just trying to help." She did not relax. "Do you think that easy smile will always make everyone go easy on you?" Her voice was sharp. "Put your stupid smile away. And step back." Sam lowered his hands. He did not smile. But he did not argue. The woman gathered her dog into her arms. The dog whimpered. She held it close. "Papa Sam," Maya whispered, "she is scary."