Smiling Dog Original Novels & Stories

Heck, I almost freaked out. But I didn't. Instead, I raised my head and gave them one of my most pleasant smiles. A low ruffled bark had me stopping in my tracks. Hesitantly, I spurned around to meet the sight of the small white Labrador retriever dog that belonged to Lyn. I scooted down slowly, my smile stretching further as I rubbed its back. It wagged its tail, obviously excited to see me. It always stays at home while we go out to work.

Your reward for service is coming. Every time that she heard this, it appeared that the dog did too and would smile at her. She did not know that dogs could smile. And she certainly did not know that hellhounds could smile. But he did. With his teeth on full display, Teuf would smile at Electra.

Hopefully he had not heard. His eyes burning into my own. They were warm and for the first time I could not help a soft smile. The dog was not that bad after all. "Do not tell anyone of this." I narrow my eyes in warning. His lips part into a smirk, eyes gleaming with amusement. "You have my word."

Senthaiz smiled, grateful for the presence of her furry friend. With a gentle pat on Poppy's head, Senthaiz knelt down to meet her at eye level. She whispered sweet words to her companion, expressing gratitude for the unwavering companionship and comfort Poppy provided. The dog responded with a joyful bark, as if understanding every word and offering her own form of reassurance.

“Bullshit reasoning! I pay to keep a dog, not to let it boss me around or get myself mauled. There’s no ‘logic’ here—if a dog bites people, it’s wrong. Period!” Xena was momentarily speechless. “You…!” She quickly regained her composure and snapped back. “Don’t change the subject! I’m streaming today because Kate Lincoln abused her dog. I’ve seen that dog myself—it’s the sweetest thing!” “Hahaha!” Dogman suddenly burst into laughter, leaving the livestream chat flooded with question marks. After his laughter subsided, he said mockingly. “Sweet? Folks, don’t let this chick fool you. I’m Dogman—I’ve never taken in a so-called ‘sweet’ dog.

Fur tickled my skin, and I giggled. “Cute.” Dante’s soft whisper caught my ear. “Huh?” I looked at him, and my heart forgot to beat for a second. Dante was smiling. Not the cocky smirk or stoic expression he always showed me. He was wearing a soft, small smile, and his face was gentle. ‘So a dog can make him smile like this. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was a dog lover.’ “I know right. It’s so white and fluffy. What breed is it?”

Noelle had a twinkle in her eye that brought a smile to his face. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about one Doris Snow, would you?” he asked just as Pooch bounded up into the air and did a little skippy, jump thing that made him laugh. He loved to see how happy the little dog was. It hurt his heart to know he’d be back in a kennel soon and would have to stay there for most of the day.

His sound almost like a whisper. ‘’Well, nice to meet you Jonathan. I am Melissa. Melissa cross.’’ I smile back. ‘’Nice to meet you too, Melissa.’’ We stand there for a minute until the dog interrupts us and makes us apart. ‘’That’s my friends dog.’’ He says, rubbing the back of his head. ‘’I see! How did it end up here?’’ ‘’Well I guess It loves beautiful things. So it came here.’’ ‘’Oh…yea…the pond is indeed really beautiful and this place is really calm---‘’

She knew he loved her. She turned the car in, then entered the house. Old Yeller (ugly but brave dog, in the 1957 film of the same name Old Yeller produced by Walt Disney. Old Yeller was found and adopted by a boy Travis and his family. Once while saving the whole family. his owner was saved from being attacked by a rabid wolf, he was bitten and infected with rabies. Travis's family was forced to kill the dog, and the boy was heartbroken to have to part with his childhood friend.) trudged out slowly. door to greet her, and she spent a little time stroking its ear and kissing its face until she saw good signs with a wagging tail. She hid a smile. If only her husband could be this easy. A litt

I glared at him and he shrugged as he continued to laugh. “He gets excited at times,” The old lady was referring to the dog. “And I think he likes you.” She smiled at me and I looked at the animal. “He’s very handsome. What’s his name?” I tried to play with the dog even though I was a little tentative. I was bitten by a dog once, but that was when I was a kid. Since then I have been terrified of dogs. But the dog that the old lady was holding looked so harmless. “He’s called Milo.” The old lady replied at the same time that the elevator stopped. “He is five years old.” She informed John and me. It was surprising.