Smiling Dog Original Novels & Stories

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.

That dog had an uncanny ability to sense when she was already irritated and cling to her like an unwanted child, pushing her further over the edge. Sending him back to his owner by evening felt like the first blessing in her life so far. Sending back a simple thumbs-up emoji, she moved onto the second message. This one was from Logan. [Are you coming over today? Minho’s quite energetic while waiting for you.] The message earned a slight crease of Mirena's brows. Quite energetic was one way to put it. Vindictive menace was another. The Samoyed derived an almost sadistic pleasure from clinging to her despite her protest—seeing her miserable.

Peace spoke in a soft voice. “You are right! We came back after such a long time,” Ada walked up the gate and pushed it with great strength and it opened. They walked in through the trees while dragging their luggage behind them, they heard low chuckles of kids in a distance, that grew louder and louder and then in a distance they saw a Grey Utonagan running towards them, Ada’s eyes trembled as she had always been scared of dogs. She hid behind Peace whose eyes had a complicated expression in them, The dog jumped from a few feet away and opened up its arms, Peace’s tightly sealed lips parted into a blissful smile and she opened her arm wide, He landed safely in her embrace. Even though he w

It was so cute ≧﹏≦ A rare smile showed on his face, that stunned Kim frozen. Her heart raced as she started to blush again. On the other hand, the three boys sneered and were even more convinced that Jake was seriously sick in the head by watching him act like this. However, just as one of them was about to open his mouth to mock him, Jake talked first. The smile was still on his lips, making him look extremely gentle and handsome, but the words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down all four people's spines.

I picked him up and he nuzzled his nose on my arms. "You really are a charming dog but I wonder how did you came up here? As I remember you are back in Malibu, right?" 'Weerp' he showed his teeth. Is he trying to smile or is it his smile? He wiggled on my arms and I let go of him. He rushed out of the door and I sighed. Am I that bad of a person that a dog wanted to ran away from me? Well, too much thinking is worst for me. It just make me a pessimist.

He looked up at me with such pure joy that I had to grab my phone and take a picture. The first shot caught him mid-yawn, looking adorably goofy. The second captured him alert, head tilted slightly, those soulful eyes seeming to look right into the camera. The third was my favorite – Gas in full play mode, running through the garden with a new rope toy, pure happiness radiating from every inch of him. "You're a natural model," I told him, posting the best shots to I*******m. Within minutes, the likes started rolling in. Scarlett was first: "OMG YOU GOT A DOG?! 😱 Why am I just finding out about this?! Also he's adorable 😍"

Not when she's trying to fight for her life and her cafe. Just then, a dog with a streak of brown and white hair ran towards her, wiggling its tail. It whined happily, licking her face. Daisy, still fuming, looked down at the dog; its big, brown eyes looked up at her, full of joy. Daisy chuckled, patting the dog gently with a smile on her face. It was the cutest thing ever. How could she stay mad? “You're so cute! Where is your owner?” She asked as she picked up the dog, cradling it in her arms, its fur soft against her cheek.

“Beautiful dog. What's his name?” She gives a gentle tug of his leash and he stops walking, planting his fuzzy bottom on the ground and staring up at me with a smile while his tongue hangs out of one side of his mouth. “Her name is Goldie. I know, it's not original.” From the way she says the words, I imagine she has to defend her choice very often to strangers. “I think Goldie is a beautiful name for a golden retriever.” I glance down at the dog. “Hi, Goldie!” Her tail starts thumping on the sidewalk and her owner smiles even wider.

"What an incurably mad dog you are." Instead of feeling insulted, a strange wave of relief washed over me. I welcomed the title. It was the only label that bound my existence to his. "Then... can the mad dog stay?" Without waiting for his verbal consent, I shifted my weight off the wall and smoothly dropped into a perfect, low kneel directly before his leather boots. I bowed my head, exposing the back of my neck in total, unconditional submission.