Novel & Cerita Westiepoo Puppy

I awkwardly knelt, “Hey buddy. Why don’t we call you Zeus?” Shelly knelt with us, “That’ a perfect name. He’s a sharp dog. That’s for sure. I was told he’s only three months old and I believe it. Harley, he’s going to be a huge, intimidating dog. He’s a Caine Corso. In just a year, his back will be up to your hip. He will be able to look you in the eyes when he’s full grown.” I may try to train him as a search and rescue dog. I nodded, “I like that idea.”

They grew quickly and followed her everywhere, it amused Luca to watch her with the two fluff balls at her heels, ‘Are you going to let her keep them Boss? Nikita asked a couple of months later, the puppies were 12 weeks old and beginning to look like what they were and they were most definitely Wolves, he did not trust them and hoped the Pakhan had plans for them but he was to be disappointed, ‘Of course, the Vet says that as they are half-breeds they are perfectly legal and safe if they are socialized early and I think Lissa has done a wonderful job doing that with them. They have given her a purpose and they keep her at the compound so as far as I'm concerned they are staying.’

Issa, her grey wolf, lay curled around six tiny babies. One was pale grey and white. Another, a deep orange. A third matched Issa’s grey. The fourth had silvery flecks scattered through its fur. And the last two were pitch black, like shadows with paws. “Oh my heavens, they’re so cute!” I squealed, giddy as a child. Caden laughed. Baylee’s face lit up with the first smile I’d seen all day. “What are they?” Drake asked, pointing to one of the black pups. “I love that one. It’s so fluffy!”

I asked one of the more recent new moms in the group we were speaking to. “Oh gosh, it's an experience, that’s for sure!” She groaned as she bounced her pup on her hip, recalling the memory. I smiled, watching her interactions with her pup. The pup was adorable. He had on a little blue romper outfit with a stencil of a wolf’s head sewn onto the chest of the romper in black, like a silhouette. He was currently chewing on his fist, his drool and spit soaking his whole fist, arm and the front of his outfit as he cooed at us.

Both of my mates are leaving kisses all over my face as they thank me for giving them more pups. "Our sons name will be Kody Mason West and our daughter's name will be Brooklyn Renee West." I say proudly as both of my pups are wrapped in their baby blankets before being placed next to each other in the bassinet next to my bed. My eyes start getting heavy, as I see each of my mates picking up our pups before completely passing out all together. Killian's POV:

She crossed her arms. A little, almost-inaudible bark came from the basket and her eyes widened immediately. She threw the basket open at the speed of light. She grabbed the small puppy out of the basket. It was a Lhasa breed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squealed as she held it to her chest. "We've got to get some stuff for your puppy." "Yup" she cooed at it. "Boss man." Scorpion said to Cassy and they exited the room to talk.

With ten under-shifted wolf pups currently pretending they’re in some kind of feral bloodsport. I was elbow-deep in chaos, again. A chaos with teeth, attitude, and no off switch. One pup was attempting to climb the rock wall using only their claws and sheer audacity. Another obviously was growling low at Curt because apparently, a stolen toy sword was grounds for war. The rest were scattered like small furry landmines across the room. The smallest one, West, bared his tiny milk teeth at Austin, whose ear was already red and wet from the first bite. I hadn’t even finished mopping from the last disaster.

The past 2 chapters were short, as I mentioned it was because I was taking care of my sick puppy. He’s definitely doing much better now :). I’m so happy. Finding a good vet is really difficult :( and I was guided wrongly which made him even more sick ! Thankfully he’s doing much better now just wanted to give an update if anyone was interested. He’s 8 weeks old and is the sweetest well behaved toy poodle. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

"But I can't keep you here with me. You're a wolf, you need a lot of space and my house is small. It'll be cruel to keep you here." "Woof." This time it barked softly. "How about I take you to the woods? The closest woods from here are about 2km away." "Woof!" It put it's head on my lap. Huge head though. I've never seen a wolf this big before. It's more like beast than wolf to be honest. "You don't want to go?" Now I'm confused. Am I really gonna live with a wolf? I don't know anything about wolves nor dogs.

She lowers her window, breathing in ocean air, pine, honeysuckle, the warmth of spring trickles into the car. “Ok, here we are.” Turning down a dirt road, a barn appears and a white farmhouse. The owners step out, holding an English cream golden retriever her eyes are like honey and coffee. Melody and the children rush over to the sweet pup. “Hi, thanks for coming by,” a somewhat elderly big boned woman, her white hair pulled into a bun, wearing a floral apron, and pink rain boots hands her the puppy. “She is just nine weeks old, last girl of the litter.” A southern twang spills out the woman’s weathered mouth. Her husband stands beside her silently nodding. “Hi kids, is this your new pup? W