Smiling Dog Original Novels & Stories

Mrs Darmi moved her legs many times. She smiled. The dislocated leg, which initially hurt a lot when She moved it, is now normal. The pain disappeared somewhere, replaced with a happy glow on her face. She tried to get up slowly and then stood up and moved her legs and took a step. "Alhamdulillah. My leg doesn't hurt anymore. My foot doctor is cured, thank God. Thank you, Sazkia. Thank you." Sazkia nodded.

I still remember a friend's yappy poodle chasing me around the dining room table on my first visit to her house when I was barely five. "Well, hi there. What's your name, sweetie?" I ask him in a voice that makes Callahan roll his eyes as I lean down to cuddle the dog. Callahan mutters something under his breath. I don't hear what it is, but he sounds annoyed. Good. "Cerberus. Here." He points beside him, but Callahan nuzzles his nose into my hair behind my ear. "Christ," he mutters and tugs the dog away. “Sit."

I nodded, giving her a smile as I headed towards the car. I knocked on the tinted glass and it slided open. It was an old man, who looked like someone who shit money every minute of his life. I gave him a faint smile "Good day, Sir. I think you little dog might have sneaked out." I raised the cute little thing up. "Ha! When did you leave the car, Row. You stubborn little creature. Come here." He collected the car and gave me a smile. "Thank you so much, he's a naughty dog." He said.

I say, “Although I am good looking, but no, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Jamie chuckles, “But that was a girl’s hair on your shoulder. Do you go to places like pubs or drinking bars a lot?” I snort, “No. The hair you saw was the dog.” “Dog?” I nod, “Yes, it’s my dog, Sunny. She’s a golden retriever.” Hah! Golden retriever. Henrietta is a golden retriever now, huh? As Jamie hears me, his eyes turn brighter, “Her hair is this long?”

After glancing around to ensure I was truly alone, I pulled down the front of my swimsuit, finally freeing my aching, constricted breasts. A deep sigh of relief escaped my lips. The warm, nourishing water caressed my skin, and for the first time that day, I felt completely relaxed. Then, a noise. I stiffened. Heart pounding, I turned quickly—only to meet a familiar pair of golden eyes. It was that dog. The same large, smoke-gray canine from before. His fur was immaculate, not a single stray strand of color disrupting its purity. His ears stood tall, alert. His pupils, sharp and black, contracted slightly as they fixed on me.

Looking down, I saw a happy-looking golden retriever. "Oh, aren't you a darling?" I crouched down to get eye level with the dog, rubbing its soft ears while the dog gave me a panting smile. Her furry tail wagged uncontrollably. "I see you've met Goldie," a male voice said from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a tall, handsome man. He had black-framed glasses, thick sandy hair and a kind smile. With a dusting of white hair, I pegged him to be in his mid-thirties. He smiled down at the dog and me.

“I’ll be right back. If you’re bored, you can play with Little Barton for a while.” He patted her shoulder, gave a slight bow, and rubbed Little Barton, who was sitting at his feet. Rachel nodded and turned to look at Little Barton. The large black dog tilted its head at her. After a couple of seconds, it grinned and stuck out its pink tongue, almost as if smiling. Rachel waved at it, and the dog trotted over to her. Initially a little shy, it quickly began circling her legs. Aron looked at the dog and said, “Be good, don’t get saliva all over me.”

Sitting there on the tile floor, completely focused on her food, like nothing else in the world mattered. That’s when I smiled. The first real one in a while. “Smile,” I whispered. She looked up at me. “That’s your name,” I said. “Smile. Because that’s what you make me do.” She gave a soft meow and kept eating. The next morning was a Saturday. No work. No plans. I wrapped Smile in an old hoodie and took her to the vet. The clinic was quiet when I got there. Just a couple of people in the waiting area, holding small dogs or carriers. Smile stayed calm the whole time, curled against my chest like she trusted me completely. That hit harder than I expected.

I was still caressing her face when that pup came and sat down near my things with her face over my lap. This dog is dumb…!! Shooking my head, I again look at Aarohi and found her sleeping peacefully. I got curious when I saw her smiling a little. Very little in her sleep. But without my knowing, a smile formed on my face too. Looking at her for few more minutes, I finally decided to get up. Half heartily I detached my hand from her face and then slowly put that pup’s face on mattress carefully. He was also sleeping very peacefully.

After days of inner turmoil, my routine had finally settled back into its comforting rhythm. I rose with a quiet sense of purpose, a genuine smile curving my lips and a renewed surge of courage and dedication filling my chest. The weight that had pressed upon me felt lighter, almost lifted. As I stepped into the hallway, the soft click of nails on the wooden floor announced her arrival. Amber, my beloved poodle, bounded toward me with unrestrained joy. Her fluffy, caramel-colored curls bounced with every step, and her dark eyes sparkled with the kind of pure, unconditional love only a dog can offer. It was as if she could sense the shift in my mood—she had always been remarkably attuned to m