Snow Dawgs. Chapter Eight.
The two of us exchanging a look before looking away, the blue heeler just as embarrassed about it as i was.
In the Dog House. Chapter One.
The blue heeler wasn't wearing a shirt, his rich blue hew fur had splotches of white and brown mixed throughout. it provided enough warmth for him as it was. he didn't need to add to it.
Snow Dawgs. Chapter Five.
The blue heeler had given me a lot of slack for being human. at times like this i appreciated it.
Shelter Me From The Cold
I hear a boisterous laugh behind me. turning around i find my favorite blue heeler, his sweet smile and beautiful pair of silver-blue eyes beaming with absolute joy, his rimless glasses could never contain tho shining pearls of his. "thistle!"
Rules of Engagement. Chapter 11.
Togo’s own words that he had spat in the blue heelers face after muff had gotten on him about being so distant.
Dirty Laundry. Chapter Five.
A blue heeler said as he nosed down at logan’s crouch. logan couldn’t help himself at that and with a quick flick of his wrist, smacked muffin in the face forcing the blue heeler and several of the other canines back.
Broken Pieces. Chapter One.
Once the blue heeler found out he couldn't rise in the doghouse to second or third, he didn't see a reason to stick around any longer. or at least, that's what he claimed. they knew the blue heeler couldn't handle the wolves here.
Rules of Engagement. Chapter Five.
The blue heeler, muff, had cursed half the way trying to get the gps to work. reese had ended up pointing it out in the end. massive pines rose up all around them.
Rules of Engagement. Chapter Seven.
The blue heeler that drove was explaining. “tosh called in. again, of course.” “he's the religious dude right.” one of the other pointed out. the blue heeler only rolled his eyes at that. “only when it's convenient.”
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.
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.
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.