Smiling Dog Original Novels & Stories

Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’

She pulls her backpack and opens it. Her dog, is a small ball of fur, coiled in on itself in its dog bed. There are several toys scattered around her and it's clear to see how much Moni babies him. The dog blinks its small eyes open when Samantha draws near. His eyebrows are shaped like he's frowning perpetually, so Samantha doesn't know when it dawns on the Pomeranian that she is a stranger. He sits back on its paws and gives one, tiny bark.

" He tried to make the dog go away but failed miserably . He slipped from the car but quickly ran upward and that's it I burst into laughing . I laughed so hard that tears started coming from my eyes " IF YOU ARE DONE LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC THEN COME AND TAKE THIS DOG AWAY " He yelled at me but flinched when the dog barked at him. I went toward them with a smile " Aww... You are so cute " I couldn't help but adore the dog . It's not even a dog, it's a puppy . I gave him a look " it's s puppy "

He looked like a nervous child standing there. I smiled " yer maybe." "cool, I'll see you there", he waved as I turned to walk away. I walked along, trying to smell myself to work out what everyone was talking about. I didn't think that I smelled any different to normal. "do I smell blue?" he looked up at me like he understood what I was saying. I let out a giggle. I've got to stop talking to my dog in public, or people will start thinking that I'm crazy.

I watched as he slowed down until he stopped right in front of me. I did not allow him to speak first, I acted quickly should there be any problem. "What now?" I asked. For the first time in a long time, he smiled. "Relax young lady I don't mean to harm you even though, I have caught you red-handed feeding my loaves of bread to this stupid dog." As if the dog had heard what he said about the Canid, it barked at him. "Oh, wo-wo-wo! That's too fat doggie! How the hell on earth did this dog hear what I have said?"

' The dog had raised its head towards Dave, ears peaked forward. 'Jim,' Paul almost whispered, experimentally. 'Here, Jim.' The dog's head swung round to him. 'Whassat?' Dave's friend had rolled over the road, a fat man with a bush of curly hair. 'You talkin' to me?' 'Good boy, Jim.' Paul offered his hand again to the dog. 'Who's a good old Jim, then?' The dog nosed at his fingers as it had done before. Then it opened its mouth. The tips of its white, terrible teeth showed, but only for a moment before its pale tongue emerged to lick Paul's hand.

JENNA POV “Oh pipe down, Fido! I haven’t moved any closer to you and your ‘esteemed’ pack.” I snarl back, leaning heavily into the sarcasm. The other three growl out at me and I just plaster my best cheshire-like menacing smile on my face. “What? Don’t like being referred to as dogs? Too bad. I’m not a pack member; you can’t tell me what to do. I haven’t broken any rules or crossed territory lines. So, you and your 101 Dalmatians should just chill the fuck out.” I can see his hackles rising up and his wolf preparing to snap.

I pressed my lips together, trying hard to hold my laughter as well. “Sorry dad… Ricky ate too slow,” Derek explained before carrying his dog in the crook of his arm. He gave it a soft gentle stroke on the fur before joining us in the car. Ricky, his cute Bernese mountain dog, with black and white furs couldn't help but wag its tail happily and bark cutely at Mr Walter. “Don't you yell at me! Why did you eat so slow?” Mr Walter turned to face the dog as his hands began exploring the driving wheel. Ricky barked again, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail happily.

"You should be grateful. You would've been dead long ago if my face hadn't been ruined so suddenly." I looked at the madness in her eyes and listened to her speak of Adrian as if he were some flawless prize. I nearly started giggling. 'Perfect? Is she seriously calling him perfect? A violent drunk of a man who breaks me down day by day before waking up with his lips dripping with insincere apologies? Fine. If that is the perfection she wants, then she can have him.' Sienna glanced aside. Chester Middleton, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

THEO I smiled and waved back gently. “Hey, I uttered,” and then I smiled. She blushed and once again, her attention was taken by the dog; it had bitten on her trouser. She was putting on a halter top and a Bootcut Jean with slouch boots to match.