Smiling Dog Original Novels & Stories

As he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his gaze fell upon a furry figure bounding towards him. Goldie, his loyal canine companion, greeted him with unbridled enthusiasm. The wagging tail and joyful bark painted a vivid picture of canine delight. Joseph chuckled, bending down to pet Goldie's soft fur. Their playful exchange echoed through the silent corridors of the house, a symphony of companionship. "Have you eaten, Goldie?" Joseph inquired, looking into the expressive eyes of his furry friend. Goldie, ever the expressive communicator, responded with another enthusiastic bark, as if confirming his satisfaction. The bond between man and dog, a timeless connection, thrived in these s

I bit my lip, because there was a noiseless mystery he was enveloped in, despite being with the dogs. He stopped and held the ball, laughing out loudly, while the dogs stood waiting for him to throw the ball, wiggling their tails sideways with their tongues out, as they panted. Jealousy jolt on my insides, on seeing how happy he was, with his dogs. I wished he could be that happy with me. But he'd be so cold to me. He rarely ever did smile. He had never even laugh with me. But here he was, laughing heartedly with his dogs.

Chapter Thirteen I miss his face completely and the ball goes flying over his shoulder. The large dog barks and goes chasing after the ball. He looks at me with his head tilted at an angle and a shy smile on his face. That is all it takes to make me a sobbing mess. “Hey, hey, hey,” he says in a low, comforting voice, coming closer to me. “I am so sorry you missed me, should I give you the ball so you will try again?”

And Tiger, my beautiful, oversized dog, sat beside me with his tongue out, mimicking my every movement like a child copying their mother. I licked the strawberry ice cream in my hand and tilted my head. Tiger tilted his head and mimicked the motion. I smiled down at him and patted his head gently. “I’m sorry, Tiger,” I muttered. “You’ve got a weird-looking master taking care of you.” Tiger barked once, excited as always. I chuckled and crouched beside him, nuzzling into his fluffy fur. “You’re such a good dog,” I whispered. “Yes, you are.”

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."

"Do you like running off like that. Do you want to skip lunch?" Bear seemed to understand. He lowered his ears, looking up at his owner with wide, shimmering eyes and letting out a soft whimper. The man smiled at the dog's antics, clipped a leash onto Bear's collar, and walked toward me, the dog trailing behind him. I stood up and offered a polite, social smile. "You have a very cute puppy." The guy seemed friendly. He gave me a small smile and replied, "Thanks. Are you from the city?" "Yes, I'm from New York."

“Woman.” He looked down at the dog in my arms. It was snuggled against me peacefully. Without a word, Adrian turned around and returned to his glass of whisky on the table. I stepped inside and closed the door.” Stroking the dog, I followed my husband. “What’s its name?” “Milo,” Adrian said with a strange note to his voice. I stopped beside him. “Can I have a sip of your whisky?” His eyes bored into me. “You’ve never had whisky before?”

I assumed the dog was a female, which was why she looked so happy. "Happy, calm down...!" Like me, the man seemed to be trying to calm his dog down. Our eyes met, both feeling awkward about the situation. But when I looked at his face, I realized it was familiar. "I'm sorry! My dog ​​barked first! I'm really sorry!" "Is it okay, is your dog a male?" "Yes, Snowee is a male and he's three years old." "No wonder, Happy is my female dog, she's 20 months old," he said. He seemed friendly enough, probably because we both have dogs. But I couldn't stop looking at his face, which somehow reminded me of someone I hadn't seen in a long time.

The dog stopped growling but kept watching Adonis threateningly. “Sorry about that.” I gave a nervous smile. “That’s Neil's dog.” Adonis gave a little grin. “His dog’s a dick like he is.” I barely registered the words; my face was frozen at how beautiful his smile was. I mean, I thought Neil was the most handsome man ever, but this man right here…. This man is a walking sex.

Cats with doubled whiskers or extra toes. Every animal I’d ever encountered had something wrong with it. Some small deviation from what the history books said animals used to look like when humans still existed. But this dog… This dog looked like it had stepped out of one of those old photographs. Perfect and whole and unmarked by the realm’s corruption. It sat down just outside my cell, head tilted, watching me with those unsettling blue eyes. “Hi,” I whispered. My voice came out rough from disuse. The dog’s ears perked up.