Novel & Cerita Smile Dog

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment? How the hell did you even get in? Are you a locksmith are something? Or can you just pick locks like any other normal person??" She sarcastically said and glared at me, her eyes pierced through my self-confidence. Sahana put Amiga down and she raced towards me, jumping up and down, her paws on my leg. "Hiii girll!!" I smiled. Then came Sahana's dog, all big and fluffy with his multicolored fur. He came up to Amiga and rubbed himself against her. Huh? What's going on between those two? Amiga didn't even mind it. I sat there, staring at them wide-eyed, confused.

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.

And I am shocked to see that the dog is now sitting and bowing his head. Okkkk-aaayyy? What's up? I snap my head up to see his face. But he is already looking at me. He have that smug smile on his face. "H-how did you do that?" "I train dogs." He simply answered. I just stared at him for a moment until I realized thag I'm still so close to him. I quickly pull away from him. "T-thank you for helping me." I said to him shyly. I probably looked so funny earlier.

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.

His tail was wagging and his tongue was out as he breathed heavily from the running. I looked up and saw Samuel with a bright smile on his face. ”A dog?” I asked in shock as I scratched him behind his ear. ”Yes, any pet is allowed here.” I was beyond happy to hear that piece of information. It was very common for there to be pets in a pack and if there were, it was usually fish or a snake. ”I’m so sorry princess,” a young woman came running up to us and placed the leash on the dog. ”Oh, no worries, and please call me Selene,” she smiled brightly and gave a slight head bow before walking away with her dog.

I stepped out into the chilly evening air and headed toward my truck, I heard a ruckus of laughs and barks. As I approached, I was shocked at what I saw. Dingo was bent over making ridiculous faces at Biscuit who was doing his best to lick his way through the window. “I’ll never get all the drool off the door, you know that right.” I chided as I walked up. He looked like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar and laughed. Good lord, I could never be mad at that handsome face. He flashed me a charming smile and I felt my face flush. Again!

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 ask when we stroll over the kennels. “No.” “You see?” I click my tongue, “this one’s a Siberian husky, his name’s Terry. This one, an Australian Dingo—her name’s Wild.” I pause, pointing to the last dog. “This one is a Rottweiler, her name’s Elizabeth.” “What?!” Spitfire swiftly jerks up her head to look at me. When she sees the smug look on my face, she curses underneath her breath, “dammit.” I have no idea why, but teasing her gives so much joy. And energy. “Her name’s Sky.”

Gray around the muzzle. "Who's your friend?" he called. "That's Moxie. She was a rescue." At the sound of her name, the dog cracked open an eye and peered up at him. Denver hunkered down and offered the back of his hand. Looking imperious, Moxie stretched forward just a bit and sniffed. Her little black nose twitched, then she rose and stretched, worming her way under his hand with a sharp little yap that clearly said, "Pet me, damn it!"

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.