Stray Dogs Characters Novels & Stories

“Really? Brady asked. “They run that far?” “Not usually.” she said. “Most of the time, they jump out of a vehicle, like when they stop for gasoline or something like that.” “That’s so sad!” Brady said, shaking his head. “Does that happen a lot?” “No, I don't think so, but it does happen.” There’d been a few dogs reunited with their families who happened to stop to refuel or for other reasons in Holiday Hills since Noelle had taken over the shelter, but not a lot. “Most of the strays we get in are people who dump their dogs because they don’t want them anymore, or just accidents where a dog gets out from a door left open or digs under the fence.”

There was a moment of joy, but even Jane knew there was work to do. "I guess we need to go see . . ." Jane couldn't bring herself to say it . . . to talk about those members of the Strays that had died the previous night. The Strays were a group of lycanthropes and humans with magical abilities (called Talents) who lived together in secret, stealing to survive but keeping the forces of darkness at bay . . . most of the time. The previous night, a group of demons called Hellspawn had come down into the Stray's underground lair (called the Den) and had attacked the Strays. A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small

“And I’m Camille.” “Hi, Emily. I’m Christine.” She smiled, warmly. “It’s nice to meet you.” Emily, in turn, stared at her, blankly. Christine looked at Camille. “Do you have a place to sleep, tonight?” “No offense, but I don’t think that’s really any of your concern.” “I suppose it’s not.” She looked at Emily. “I just don’t like to think of such a sweet girl on the street.” Camille didn’t either, but she wasn’t about to admit to their situation. “We’re fine.”

She gives me a look that says, Don't you dare call me a pet. "She’s a stray," I lie. I try to sound casual. "She showed up a while back. I think she ran away from a breeder or something. Huskies are known for being runners." Sombra thumps her tail once. It sounds like a threat. Liddy isn't buying it. She walks closer, inspecting Sombra like a piece of furniture with a stain on it. "A stray?" Liddy purses her lips. "That explains why she has no manners. She’s staring at me like she wants to bite me."

"Hurry up and do your homework, children." With a huff, Charlie turned and hurried back to the big shed Jack had come from and where they housed the dogs. As soon as she opened the door and crossed the threshold, a multitude of dogs began to jump on top of her and lick her face, causing her to let out a loud laugh. It didn't matter how bad her day had been or how rude Anthony and Samantha had been to her; all it took was a flick of the tail from those fur balls and everything looked better. If Vivian allowed it, Charlie would spend day and night in that shed, examining, cleaning and caring for the dogs, cats, rabbits, birds and countless other stray animals that Vivian had taken in since the

I wondered just how many other unsuspecting women he had charmed into failure with that grin. “Plus, we found this dog here. Isn't he awesome?” Tyler looked up at me, his hand still on the dog's head. It was a brown mutt with white paws and a white splotch on his chest. He wasn't an ugly dog, but he certainly wasn't going to win any dog shows. Judging by the thinness in the dog's ribs and the state of his fur, he was one of the local strays. I had heard they liked to hang out near the tourist areas of the island because they usually could find food.

she thanked me and I nodded. "You are welcome but why don't you and Nem take a vacation. You can leave your pup with me or with the pup care center. I'll also take care of your patient." I offered and she smiled. "I think that would be nice. Maybe Nem and I can relax and get reacquainted with one another since we haven't been able to do that since our trouble-making little pup came along." she said with a sigh of relief. "Okay, then how about the two of you go this weekend, I'll bring the fox up to my room along with your pup and Roxa." I said and watched as her calm face scrunched up. "Is there a problem?" I asked her, "Yes, well Alexia isn't too fond of Roxa." she said and I gave her a que

Eira's turned red from being strangled and she coughed continuously. "You ungrateful wench! B*stard! I was so sympathetic towards you! I even persuaded my husband to treat you better! My daughter felt so sympathetic to you that she gave you all the clothes that she doesn't wear anymore! Has our whole family ever treated you badly? Are you any different from those stray dogs? You can't even compare to those stray dogs! Even a rescued stray dog knew to be grateful to its master! But what about you?" Joy said fiercely.

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

The chat was baffled. [What is she doing? Casting a spell?] [She must be losing her mind. A single woman cannot survive this.] [Call me crazy, but… is she calling a dog?] [My grandpa used to call the stray dogs in our neighbourhood exactly like that.] After a few more “tsk-tsk-tsk” calls, footsteps sounded at the end of the hall. The pet appeared. His hair was wild, his skin reeked of blood, and the thin hospital gown strained against his chest muscles like they were two mountains fighting for territory.