Smile Dog Novels & Stories

Oh well, I’m going out~’ Shilou can just shook her head again with a smile as she follows the grinning doberman type of guy that could sometimes be a golden retriever ahead of her.

I yell. It is her turn to frown. “Don't talk to me like that. You don't even know who I am." "And I don't want to. You are nothing but a nobody here to disturb me and my boss. We have things to do." A look flash across her face, but it is soon replaced with a smile. "Honestly, can you and that ugly dog get out of here?" The dog makes a sound as if he understands what I just said and is offended.

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.

Ah, home sweet home. She immediately saw their female Japanese spitz dog, Pitchy, who wagged its tail excitedly the moment she saw her. She smiled widely and approached its cage, gently patting its head. Pitchy barked and she giggled. How cute! The noise that Pitchy created made her mommy open the door.

He looked like a nervous child standing there. I smiled " yer maybe." "cool, I'll see you there", he waved as I turned to walk away. I walked along, trying to smell myself to work out what everyone was talking about. I didn't think that I smelled any different to normal. "do I smell blue?" he looked up at me like he understood what I was saying. I let out a giggle. I've got to stop talking to my dog in public, or people will start thinking that I'm crazy.

It was the closest thing my throat had made to a laugh since the courtyard with Mira's letter. I let it come. The corner of his mouth moved. He did not let himself smile. He let himself almost smile. He had not let himself smile in three years and he was not going to spend a smile he had not yet earned, but the corner moved, and I saw it, and the small animal at the base of my ribs did a thing she had not done before. She wagged. Once. The way a dog wagged when she had recognized the person who had been at the door.

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 ask. "I never did. Yesterday was first time and I found out it could turn me mad," be says. "Mad?" I ask. "You see Mr. Rogers garden was all messed up this morning and that was all because of me. It want done by his dog," he says with a faint smile. "What?" I laugh out loud hearing it cause Mr. Roger was all mad in the morning and was willing to kill his dog for that. And most of all, I have never see him smile. He has such a beautiful and gorgeous smile that no one in the world has. His pink lips feels so plump and juicy. They might taste so much good.

Doyle scoffed, “But we have a more pressing matter to attend to” he said with a sly smile. I don’t like this dog. He seems off. “Are you afraid?” I teased with a chuckle. I don’t know what possessed me to bait him. I guess I'm just used to playing with these dumb animals. He didn’t seem to appreciate it though. Doyle roared. He didn’t just let his canines extend, but his whole face began morphing into a wolf. His nose extended forward as his teeth grew, his eyebrows increased in size and spread across to his ears, which had grown into furry points.

Jayden said, rubbing his hand over his dog's head and I found myself wanting to run my fingers through its fur too. "You can touch him. He won't bite you." Sonia said, giving me a bright smile as I took out my hand from the window making the sleeve of my dress fall backwards and revealing my scarred wrist. But I was so involved with touching Dimitri that I hadn't noticed and when my hand touched the dog, a smile broke out on my lips. He was so soft. Dimitri lowered his head as I saw his tail wagging behind him making Jayden laugh. "Wolves do that too. When they are happy, they shake their tails like that." I said excitedly just as Dimitri purred and tried to lick my fingers.