Some Small Dogs Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

The air smelled like crayons and kid shampoo and that faint, indefinable pup‑scent that made her wolf settle even on the worst days. Luna was starfished across her little bed, one foot dangling out from under the blanket, wolf plush clamped under her chin. A new drawing lay on the nightstand, weighted by a plastic cup. Lyra picked it up carefully. Three wolves this time. One small, silver‑flecked, in the middle. One dark, teeth bared on the left—labeled, in wobbly letters, *mama*. One taller, with a crooked line for a leg and a big stick—labeled, painstakingly, *stoRm*.

The flowers and vegetables were blooming with vitality. The door opened, and a dog came running out, circling happily around their feet. "Doodle, stop that." Jocelyn picked up the dog and flashed a kind smile. "Did he scare you? This little guy is too energetic." "Not at all." Rebecca shook her head. "He's so cute. His name is Doodle? Doodle, look here. Give me your paw." It was a small breed, perfect for elderly people. It was easy to pick up and not too strong to walk on a leash.