The Ways of the Tribe - Chapter 2
As they stepped through the opening doors, they were greeted by a large bulldog and a great dane. both dogs were dressed in robes not too dissimilar to the robes worn by the wolves. they bowed in greeting to the new arrivals.
The Ways of the Tribe - Chapter 5
Without their weapons at their side, the four wolves could not help but realise just how naked they felt. All the monks of the monastery seemed to be looking at the pack, and their eyes looked as though they were silently judging the repugnant...
I'm Not a Hero...
"bill grey," the vixen said, her green eyes fixated on the bulldog holding her at gunpoint. "long time no see, old friend."
One Fun Evening
"we just found this akita's body here," one of the police officers, a bulldog answered. "a-a-an... akita?" the wolf said, a look of sorrow taking over his face. "did you know him?"
Spirit Bound: Chapter 134
\>\>_ whomever this was sounded like a canid -- probably the bulldog. _\<\\>_ gorm sounded bored. if they hadn't been joined by others, this guy would be the grey horse.
Michael and Amanda, Chapter 3
(3)-linda barker is a white english bulldog woman, about 5'6" (168 cm) tall and weighs about 150 lbs. (68 kg). her measurements are about 38d-28-38 (97d-71-97). like buck, she's muscular and almost fat-free.
Fugitives part 1#
Said the first bulldog. "lets get the fuck out of here" screamed another as they all darted for the opposite end of the ally. josh walked over to the bloody pile on the floor cautiously unsure if it was alive.
Pages From a Dog's Diary
He is a rotund bulldog, with a perpeptually solemn face, but a caring soul. you can still be joyful, even when you're not smiling. - - -
The Other side of the Tracks ~Prolouge~
bulldogs passed the word that he killed a dog over a bone. poodles gossiped he stole a steak once from a diner. jumped through the window and onto tables, grabbing the meat then jumping back out the window. one day, that dog was captured.
Puppy Love - Chapter 3
**CHAPTER 3 Oh Jack** I groaned and stretched in my bed. Looking around and sitting up. I guess Jack must've carried me in. Looking over the side of my bed and seeing he wasn't there. Sighing to myself and groaning as I fell back onto the bed...
Perceived
The bulldog put on the face that made me imagine him chewing a cigar, moving it from one side of his mouth to the other through some long-practiced mandibular magic.
Unwanted
When he landed he was greated by his best friend, a really tough bulldog named tracey. he was hardened inside and out. he was alot taller than jake, at least a foot taller. "hey, jake, how are ya today?"