Novel & Cerita World's Oldest Dog Bluey

Did they really add a condition to this blue blood thing? “Yup,” she responds, popping the p sound. “The last blue blood here was like 50 centuries ago? And the one before that was like 60??” She shakes her head, “I don't know..but you get the gist.” I nod my head slowly, still baffled at the science or —whatever it is— of it. “So, in the next century, I'll be the only one on earth.” “Yes, love. And werewolves age slowly. Very slow.”

Zyca laughs in my head, ‘that is not what he said last night… or showed. ‘Zyca!’ I warn… I prefer to forget she is present in those moments. Suddenly, Blue trots into the kitchen, tail wagging furiously. He is my little guard dog, a sweet soul who senses everything. I kneel down to scratch behind his ears, and he leans into me, his big brown eyes sparkling with affection. “Hey, buddy! You ready for a party?” I ask, and he barks in response, as if to say, ‘Of course! Where’s the food?’

- Allison's POV “Honey, I already explained that they don't need clothes, they are already beautiful naturally and we agreed that only Doug would wear clothes...” I explain patiently. Doug is our dog, he is of the Golden breed and he is already a little man, he is almost years old, I gave him as a birthday present to Oliver, when I got home with Doug Oliver cried like a child, the two of them are like flesh and blood, when Oliver he's at home, Doug stays glued to him.

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

“It’s all in the past. At that time, you didn’t even know my birthday.” “Mabes, happy twenty-second birthday.” The gift for her twenty-second birthday was a necklace. “I heard from Tracey that after we got married, you wanted to have a pet dog to keep you company. You even went to the pet market to choose one. However, you were afraid I wouldn’t like it, so you gave up on the idea.” Blair turned his hand to the living room and raised his hand. At that moment, Aunt Grace, who had been waiting inside the house, walked out with a three-month-old golden retriever puppy in her arms.

“I want to be free. Free to die.” “I don’t think you should be free to die. But I do think that you should be free. He may have created you for some nefarious purpose, but you can live the way you want to.” She kept getting closer and closer to the animal. “What can I call you? Do you have a name?” “If being called experiment 145JMS can be classified as a name, then that is what I am called.” “Then let’s give you a better name. My rare dog is called Blue. Her fur is so gray it’s practically a shade of blue. With your body and beautiful eyes, I want to call you Misty Red, Misty, for short. Will that be alright?”