Wirehaired Jack Russell Novels & Stories

Getting inside the car, I handed her ice cream and wore my seat belts. " yey " Ria jumped in happiness and took the ice cream from my hand, she was looking at the ice cream like a cricketer looks at his trophy. She looked down at the puppy on her lap, it was still asleep. It was a black and white smooth coat Jack Russell puppy and it was wearing a red neck collar belt, which means it's somebody's pet. and i wonder who left their pet on the road ? such a small and adorable creature didn't deserve this. i was feeling bad for this puppy but Ria's whole focus was ice cream, not bothering about anything she licked the ice cream. kids, and their obsession for ice cream !

He wish to stay in the sapian world with Lily. Slowly, gradually, his wolf calmed down, but it didn’t drop its state of alert. The beast was just as restless as Shelly when it came to that. anthony glanced around, and sure enough, the Jack Russell was standing in the doorway, ears perked, teeth bared, ready to repel any intruder. And the category of intruder included anthony, judging by the resentment in the little hound’s eokay. Hey, buddy, he tried. We both love the same woman. Give me a break already.

Skye was a large black wolf with vibrant blue eyes and she had a white crescent moon on her left hip. It was similar to the birthmark I had on my hip, except mine was light brown. We had the same color of eyes and my hair was raven black and when it hit the sun just right, I could see a hint of blue in it. I wasn’t sure how tall I was, but I couldn’t be much taller than five feet.

“So what about this fool claiming your dogs aren’t dogs but wolves?” “Really? Why would we keep wolves? The man doesn’t know his dogs clearly. These are a husky mix that contains some wolf. Which is why they are larger than most dogs. But they aren’t wolves.” That was an obvious lie, and he’d have to make sure the ‘dog’s papers’ expressed what mix of breeds they were to get a wolf-like dog. “I’m just glad I took them for my morning run. I don’t normally do that.” The officer looked up at James with an assessing look, nodded, and wrote something down. “They get plenty of exercise in the day running around with everyone as we deal with our business, so we don’t need to walk them.”

I tightened my arms around her, “I will fight your demons, I want you to give me your pain. I want to be your anchor in the storm. My wolf and I, we are strong enough Lori. I already have a plan in place to help you, I have found a guard dog who is also licensed for anxiety and depression. He will be coming in the next few weeks. I already chose a name for him, but only because I know you so well. His name is Sirus, he’s a black Anatolian Shepard. They are normally used on farms to protect flocks from predators, but these beauties are specifically bred to guard and protect their human and to help you with anxiety and depression.” I pulled out my cell and showed her the picture of Sirus. She

I asked him, smirking. “Thats how I want everyone who has ever bullied me to feel. I want them to look upon my beautiful white wolf and tremble in fear.” I told him, recalling how Jarvis had white furs when I looked at my paws. I knew mom and Ariana has grey wolves. It’ll be amazing when they find out that mine is pure and absolutely stunning. I have a rare wolf, it’s called the wolf of the moon goddess, and she is so beautiful.

The black wolf growled and burst out with an amazing fighting aura, just like a god of killing that was full of dangerous fury. Wyatt looked down at Jack with his deep golden wolf eyes and said, "Are you their leader? Which hand did you just use to touch her?"

I asked, curious. Aki barked some more, and then, there it was. My heart ached the moment I saw a dog lying on the ground, whimpering as if in pain. I rushed over and then went down to my knees. “Hey,” I said. “You okay there, little one?” It was a West Highland White Terrier, and its coat was pure white. It was damn cute.

Rhys looked up and growled low. "Where did you get this? How is this possible?" Rhys' wolf was circling, irate, ready to attack. James looked in the rear view mirror when he heard the growl and saw the ferocious look on Rhys' face. The one they called Jószef was wide eyed and looked like he wanted to jump out of the car, moving or not. James was having a difficult time understanding what Guillame was saying. His accent was thick, maybe french? He wasn't sure.

I led Winter into the woods, finding a secluded spot, and patiently waited for her to shift. Observing her quietly, I marvelled as she gracefully removed her clothes and transformed into her wolf form, the elegant and beautiful Kira. Her fur, a soothing beige, looked incredibly soft and abundant, setting her apart from the typical appearance of a wolf. It gave her an air of gentleness and fragility, but I knew better than to underestimate her; as a gamma, Kira possessed strength and resilience.