Trevor Henderson Anxious Dog Novels & Stories

I’ll grab the training dummies! “No, that won’t be necessary, thank you,” I tell him, my anger dissipating in spite of myself, “I’m going to take your word on that.Hey, is it safe to have him off-leash with Hellhound out? I don’t want anything to happen to him. He’s a good boy. Yes, you are!” I address that last part to Hellhound, who gives me a toothy smile. He might not be the best attack dog, but he’s my buddy now. I sigh at this realization. What the hell is happening to me? Am I going soft?

She almost damaged my eardrums with screams "Wendy" "Oh my Gosh sis, I'm so sorry about what happened and that crazy bitch, I hope she's not going to get away with this" "That has been taken care of" "That's better. What about the baby" "The baby is safe" "Oh, thank God". ************************************

Third Person’s POV When Terban entered the boarding house, he was shocked to see a dog wagging its tails in front of him. Spoiler alert, Terban is afraid of dogs. “Arfa rf!” “What the hell!” Terban shouted, hugging the door and moving backward away from a small, cute and friendly Bichon Frise Dog. When the dog approached him, Terban almost burst out crying. “Shoo! Shoo! Go away!” The dog ran to him and he shouted, “Help!”

She had been lost in her own thoughts the entire time, just like Andrew. This plan was doomed to fail before it even began. “A—animal,” Trevor stammered. “What animal do you like?” “Cat.” “Great.” Trevor nodded, staring straight ahead while gripping the steering wheel. “Cats and wolves are basically cousins.” By the moon goddess. I wanted to scream at Trevor, telling him to stop yapping like a lunatic. My irritation turned to surprise when I felt Andrew’s hand tremble. I turned to look at him and saw that he was chuckling while looking at Trevor. “Really, Trevor? Where did you learn that?”

I stayed there playing with him for a little while. Dogs are man's best friend. So maybe Trev is a dog. I chuckled alone at that silly thought like a crazy cat. Kidding aside, I wonder, when would I get to see Trevor again? I miss him.

I noticed that he had Trevor pinned and fear came over me. I saw Trevor scratching his claws on the ground. If I allowed them to continue like that, the devil would injure him badly or even kill him. Quietly, I arose from my chair and gently carried an iron bar which was leaning against the wall. I tiptoed towards them and lifted the iron bar. I walked close to Denver and hit it forcefully on his head.

Ava anxiously paces back and forth in front of Hendrix tent trying to decide if going to see him was a good idea or not. On a normal day, she would have done so without hesitating but not on a day that she was bringing nothing but bad news. "Come on Ava, you just gotta do this once and for all". She sighed deeply, taking a few steps closer to the camp, she tried to peek inside. Hendrix was seated on his chair, head bowed and eyes closed as if he was trying to escape into sleep but couldn’t quite reach it. He looked like a man who had been through too much and wasn’t sure how to come back from it.

She’s being watched. At the far end of the camp, Troy is standing near the dogs’ cages. He feels alone and lonely, dejected by Kat’s rejection. In his hands are a few biscuits and he’s blankly breaking them. One of the dogs, a medium sized black hound, nudges its cage door. It creaks open and the dog comes out of it. Troy is startled when he feels something wet touching his hand and to his surprise, it’s the dog. The dog is licking the biscuit on his hand. Troy is not an animal lover but he’s a little comforted by the dog’s presence.

Tonight, the reward would be sweet indeed. He packed his gear bag, grabbed his saddle and hitched a ride with Cash to the rodeo grounds. Trevor paced in front of the motel room, seething. How dare that know-it-all asshole continue to insist the problems dogging them in the arena were somehow his fault? So maybe he was a little tense, but who wouldn’t be after a losing streak that now reached into double digits? The fact Edgard continually pointed it out and suggested maybe it was time for them to consider other options, flat out pissed him off.

Doggo came running to me , started cuddling as soon as I hopped on the sofa . “How was your day?” Travis asked . He was in the kitchen . I could smell something delicious being cooked . Okay well I guess dinner's gonna be quite pretty . “Hectic.” I shouted back , growling in annoyance . Just remembering what happened makes me feel the urge to kill people . “That’s cool too , I guess .” He sounded confused . I turned my gaze from Doggo to Travis and damn , I think I just forgot how to breathe . Is he some greek god or hell . What a freaking hot figure sight is this?