MonoChronicles I: True Colors
Not the kinds of activities one would expect from bernese mountain dog at age twenty. while browsing the web in search of an adult-sized bottle, i stumbled upon puppynet.
Haze
With his arms behind his back the young bernese mountain dog peered out into the murk with golden eyes. despite the vantage point his rooms offered he could not see the crowds below from his window. he could hear them though.
The Secret - Part 24
Let's see if mom and dad are back yet," the precocious eight year old bernese puppy said. "okay, but bathroom first!" ryan said.
Girl's Night Out
The bernese was a sporty girl, trained almost every single day for soccer, so maybe it was different for her. "promise reese you'll let him suck on your titties. that'll have him jumping through hoops for you."
Mother of All
Salem had been born a bernese mountain dog and raised among many relatives, but never had he realized his humble features could so eloquently evoke the connection between heaven and earth.
An Old Bear's Memories
"Ahhhhhh...." Ben sighed as he sunk into his extra-large custom made recliner, letting the weariness of a long day at work wash away with a cold brew and a fat, juicy, steak cooked just the way he liked it, medium-rare. The bear may have been retired...
VI. Midnight mishaps
**VI. Midnight mishaps** _As told by Nina_ The evening passed relatively quickly, as we were all having a good time. Even Milo appeared to enjoy himself, despite his initial reluctance to be with us in the first place. It was so good to be back home...
IV. Family fun
**IV. Family fun** _As told by Milo_ The snow crushed under our pawsteps as we left the house. It was cold outside, but not uncomfortably so as long as one kept moving. As Nina and I both crafted ourselves a snowball to start out with, my suspicion...
III. Once a puppy
**III. Once a puppy** _As told by Milo_ Nina and I waited for her father to show up in comfortable silence. We sat down on a low concrete wall that was just too high to touch the ground. Rhythmically dangling my feet, I held Nina's hand and stroked...
II. Dog is my shepherd
**II. Dog is my Shepherd** _As told by Milo_ We left the train station and I trusted on Nina to take us to the central district. After a few minutes, we stopped at one end of a shopping mall. I could no longer restrain myself and finally asked the...
I. Leaving behind
**I. Leaving behind** _As told by Milo_ Monday morning. Contrary to Nina, I liked Mondays. They marked the start of yet another five days of regularity and structure, something I had craved for ever since I lived on my own. This Monday was different...
The Secret - Part 22
The eight year old bernese's throat was even tighter than ryan's had been, and yet somehow the child managed to get the whole thing down their gullet, until 'her' nose was nestled in karl's pubic fur.