In The Doghouse: Chapter Three
She nodded, and turned to look at the heeler. he smiled at her. she revved her engine. vance ran in between the cars and leaned into reid's driver side window.
In The Doghouse: Chapter Five
Vance said, getting a look from the heeler, "what? hey, that's not a dirty statement unless you make it so." he pointed. the heeler's eyes flicked back to the note.
Snow Dawgs. Chapter Fourteen.
It took a fraction of a second for the blue heeler to figure out this twisted scene and snarled at him. “duncan! what did you do?” it was all to paint the pit bull as the bad guy here.
In The Doghouse: Chapter Seventeen
She fist-bumped the heeler and went back to work bolting the engine onto the mounts. reid sighed happily.
In The Doghouse: Chapter Thirteen
The man responded and pistol-whipped the heeler upside the head, knocking the canine to the ground, "i think you know who i'm here for. now where is he?"
Valium & Vodka: Chapter Seven
Reid was being nice enough to let him stay at his place until he got back on his feet, the last thing he wanted to do was make it seem like he was jealous of the attention the heeler gave to aiden.
The Precipice of Disaster
On top of my lack of money, i was a mutt, a cross between a border collie and a blue heeler. i looked like a jar of india ink and a jar of white-out vomited all over me.
In The Doghouse: Chapter One
Three months after his death, the heeler still missed him terribly, but he lived his life as he hoped the lab would have wanted him to.
Pawford, Ch 5: It's Just a Skin Flick
Arizona was behind the bar that night, but he was working the far side of the counter; the bartender handling our corner was a no-nonsense blue heeler named matty.
Valium & Vodka: Final Chapter
The heeler said with an airy chuckle. "likewise. lot's changed in the last few months." "i hear that.
Valium & Vodka: Chapter Fourteen
He reached over to help the heeler with the bags of pamphlets and medication he held.
The Three Musketeers - Porthos & Chapter 1.1
Porthos, a white dog with black spots—likely descended from a dalmatian or queensland heeler—parried the blow and jabbed back with his own branch. “they’re going to hurt themselves like that…” klaus muttered quietly behind me.