Travis Kelce Dogs Novels & Stories

Every kid has a grab bag, some change of clothes, snacks, toothbrush and toothpaste, essential items and some things to keep them distracted, all ready incase of an emergency. Grabbing aspens collar and harness I put it on him, most think he’s a huge dog so the harness always helps to make others comfortable around him especially in a different state where he might not exactly be legal. He wears it without complaint, Baylee had him well trained and I know he would go to any lengths just to get her back much like ourselves. After making sure I had everything I meet drake back in our room, he was on the phone shouting out directions, taking the bags from my hand he leads us out of the bedroom

“You love animals and someday you’ll be in a place where you can have a menagerie. Then you’ll pay me back for all the favors I do for you.” When I worked this area, Kelsy gave me dog food to hand out to the homeless while I was on graveyard shifts, and she swung some free medication my way too. I know she paid for it out of her own pocket, but she never let me help. It’s her way of giving back to this small, nutzoid community within the big city. I head out to my boiling hot car wondering how the hell I’ll find a home for a goat.

he said, already halfway up the stairs. My feet moved before my brain did. Everything inside me had gone static. White noise. My dad was here. I barely noticed the garden until I was already in it—massive and wild, with a fountain, a maze, and a greenhouse glinting in the corner. That’s when the air shifted. I heard the panting first. Heavy. Unnatural. Dogs? I spun around. And there he was. Killian. With the dogs. Three Cane Corsos—massive beasts with black eyes and jaws that could crack bone—and they were licking him. He was smiling, laughing, trying to push them away and failing terribly. He looked happy.

Justin hissed, “Will you keep it down? They have loaded guns. And I know they ain’t afraid to use me as target practice.” Keely balanced on the tips of her funky cowboy boots decorated with flames and rhinestones, to whisper something in Justin’s ear. His face burned beet red. He grabbed her hand and hauled her outside. “Before you ask, yes, she’s every bit as wild as you’ve heard.” “Chass, hon, you have a minute?” Trevor yelled into the tent. “Hang on.” Chassie passed Eliza back to Skylar. “Duty calls. See you later.”

Myla squealed with delight, falling to her knees in front of the dog and scratching him behind the ears with vigor. "It's a dog," I said, matter-of-factly. "Are you sure?" Troy crouched down, peering at the dog with marked suspicion. "That has to be the ugliest creature I've ever seen. Besides you, Troy, of course," Keaton quipped, a strange, knowing smile on his face. Troy glared at him. I looked from Keaton and then back to Troy, the excitement of our reunification fading away as I noticed the fresh bruises and bloody noses. "Is that all from the storm?"

“I’m going out to a client dinner with Grey Langley. Please don’t tell anyone. After our lunch the other day the news about it was all over the place. You know me. I like to keep things low key.” “Definitely Willa! Mums the word,” Tricia winked at her and placed her pointer finger against her lips. Willa went into her office and started going through the memos that she had received. Her phone rang and she picked up noticing that it was a phone call from Trevor. “Hi dad! Is everything ok?” “Not exactly. I have some bad news. Trigger is in an awful way so I called the vet over to take a look at him. I thought you might want to know since he’s basically your horse.”

Conall I'm currently working on the ranch, and everything is progressing well. I couldn’t have assembled a better team. If things keep going this smoothly, we'll finish earlier than expected, which is great news. Serena is more comfortable with me being here now than she was two months ago because she isn’t alone; she has the three dogs, which keep her happy and busy. She walks them for miles daily and spends hours training and socializing them. They are going to become some of the best-trained, best-behaved dogs in the state. I will head up soon and check on her and the dogs; they should be back from their first walk of the day.

I reached out with shiver-wracked hands and grabbed the fabric of his trousers at his knee, clinging to him as if he were my only lifeline in a vast, dark ocean. "You're making a scene, Danny," Cassian said, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at me holding onto him. "Stop this." "I won't ask about him again!" I sobbed openly, my head bowed against his leg as hot tears soaked into the fine wool of his trousers. "I swear I won't! I'm a dog—dogs don't get jealous. Dogs don't ask questions about the past. Just look at me, Master. Please, just look at me."