Land of the Free and Home of the Slaves: Chapter 4
I also have another slave, a black newfoundland dog. you can call him by his name, david. he's nervous when he meets people for the first time. can i trust you to be civil?"
[$] The Owner Becomes the Owned - Chapter One
Chris sighed heavily in relief as he walked through the front door to his townhouse. He let his work bag fall from his shoulder and land lazily on the floor by the door; “I'll take care of it later," he thought to himself. His main focus was food since...
Land of the Free and Home of the Slaves: Prologue & Chapter 1
Scampering feet greeted his proclamation, and a newfoundland dog rushed into the front room at the same time as daniel, who walked in more sedately.
"The Bone Amulet" - A School Days Halloween Story
He was a very old, grey-furred newfoundland dog, wearing only coarse, homespun cloth robes, and was barefoot despite the below-zero temperatures, driving wind and blowing snow.
Land of the Free and Home of the Slaves: Chapter 3
The only indications that anyone was there were the smell of the newfoundland dog and the occasional quiver of the sheets.
Winter Solstice
The races involved are human (not surprisingly), and a canine race (that i never figured out a name for) that resemble newfoundland dogs._ _the following story i wrote for a competition (in which i didn't place).
Fellowship bonds
The newfoundland dog's fur was so shaggy it was hard to see where the black fur stopped and the muscle began. lastly came two more canines; the folf rachen and the wolf trey. the two were similar in size and with a good healthy build.
In the Garden
She was a large girl; don't get me wrong as she isn't fat, on the contrary she is a good build as was her breed, being a newfoundland dog.
Reasons to RUN and HIDE
Meanwhile there came by was fauntleroy, he a large as overly affectionate male newfoundland dog. the neighborhood was to the dog his small world, and seeing as sniffing the scented breeze, he became interested with the satyrs debauching rachel.
Partners
The newfoundland dog sat quietly and listened as the old moose began to open up. devon talked about the old days, fun cases he had worked on. a lifetime in the force had left him with a lifetime of good stories, mostly funny.
By The Ocean's Side. Chapter Two.
The newfoundland dog was so damn fluffy that bryan was tempted to shave the canine and wear the extra fur as a coat to ward off the below zero temperatures. at least he wouldn’t have to worry about freezing here. he forgot what it was like to sweat.
Savory Miracles
Of course the muscular newfoundland dog reacted more accordingly than bri did. the door flew open she grabbed my sides then spun me around and hugged me. being buried face first against her large chest, while her tail wagged furiously.