Smiling Dog Original Novels & Stories

I turned quickly. Nothing. Maybe it was a trick of the light. Another rustle. Then a puff of something white peeked out from behind the edge. I squinted, stepping closer. A round face. Black eyes like shiny beads. A soft, panting grin. "....oh my god," I whispered, dropping to a crouch. The Samoyed puppy bounce out from the hedge like a little cloud come to life, tail wagging, fur fluffy and dew or whatever it was clinging onto it. He let out a happy yip and came charging to me, it's grace forgotten.

One photo in particular had Timothy and I in the center, crouched over a labradoodle as it attempted to pee in the water. A smile graced my lips at the memory of Timothy rushing to place the dog in the grass before it could lift its legs any higher. I took my index and middle finger and zoomed in on Timothy’s face, attempting to capture that beautiful smile in my memory. The imagery of his fit physique beneath those wet clothes drifted back into my mind and I felt a light throb between my legs.

I said and walked off in the direction I knew the carriage had stopped. A raggedy old man climbed out of the carriage. His hard white beard nearly touched his chest. But the smile that warmed his face when he saw me was a comfort. Dr. Simons has never let any of my animals die. Made sure to take care of them in much the same capacity that I would. Even in his illness, he comes when I call him. "Marzanna!" He exclaimed and opened up his arms wide for me to fold into. He was one of the very few humans who got to call me by my name. After so many years of service towards me and my animals, he had more than earned the right.

Dozens of large dogs were lying around the garden in small groups, lazily sunbathing. The moment I walked in, all the dogs rushed at me as if I were a massive steak, happily rubbing against my chest. In the middle of my confusion, I felt someone pat my butt. I spun around, but there was no one there; only a silver-white Alaskan Malamute sitting behind me, staring with eyes full of possessiveness. "They all really like you. Looks like you'll do just fine taking care of them." The sudden voice startled me. A man in a tailcoat walked over with a polite smile and gave me a small nod. He looked like the owner.

I found myself smiling before I could stop myself. “There you are.” The dog stared at first, then slowly, it limped closer. I reached out carefully, it flinched at first, then finally relaxed. Some moments later, I was scratching behind its ears and the dog practically melted. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. Soft. Unexpectedly. “You poor thing,” I said and the tail wagged harder. I shook my head at it. “You know, I wasn't planning on adopting a puppy tonight right?”

It's a puppy. "Oh my gosh," I hear my voice say. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh," I keep saying, tearing my eyes away from the precious fuzzball for a brief moment to look at Ryan. He's got the largest smile I've ever seen on his face before. I look back at the dog to see its mouth fall open and the bright pink tongue loll out. It looks like the puppy is smiling at me too. "Oh my gosh," I say, unable to think of anything else as I step forward and reach for the fluffy puppy. Ryan hands the dog to me and I gently hold the warm, cuddly animal. The puppy licks my arm and I giggle. The dog looks like a miniature polar bear. I stroke his downy coat. "Oh my gosh, he's so soft!"

The little dog sniffed my fingers, then gave them a tentative lick. "Well, would you look at that!" Mrs. Smart smiled through her tears, wiping her face with the back of her hand, smudging her makeup further. "Chili-Dog likes you. He was Richie's dog, you know." I smiled softly, scratching behind Chili-Dog's ears. "He's a good boy too." And for a brief moment, the room felt just a little less heavy.

I smile, I don't show even a small part of alteration. His smile fades into a grimace of disgust. "Tell me at once why you have come" let go quickly" you have already made me waste a minute of my valuable time, to have been able to have given it better to my dog, because he does know how to be grateful to people.

She headed towards the dog and patted it on the head and it jumped towards her with so much joy, so infectious, she smiled, a genuine smile that reached her beaming eyes and heart. The brown curls were kind of dirty which meant it was lost probably for a while now, she rubbed its fur gently and it shook its dirt on her which made her laugh more. She lifted it and saw the name on the name tag, a golden bone that had the name "Shola" written on it, it was a weird name, it sounded English but it wasn't, she knew it wasn't English at least,

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.