Dally's Adventure Chapter 1
He was a handsome golden labrador wearing a wife beater shirt and a pair of jeans with a belt. "having car trouble?" he asked politely.
Trent diolang Schmit
Electrical engineering, data science, close quarter combat, info gathering, cryptography, mediocre social engineering, remote access tool use, psychology, logical thinking age: 15 height: 5 feet gender: m sextuality: bisextual species: golden labrador
Chapter 3 (Wendell)
I can't see their face but it's a male, golden labrador retriever. "todd, can i tell you something?" i ask. "what is it?" i hear his voice, but i'm looking at the ground.
Don't You Know Who I Am? - Part Two
Before him, standing side by side at a pair of computer terminals, were a hyena and a golden labrador. they smiled warmly as he approached, and the labrador soon spoke up on both their behalf. "good afternoon, sir. how can we help you today?"
The Nun's Temptation (A Jeeves' Prompt, Posted with Permission)
She tried to keep smiling, and to keep her eyes locked upon the golden labrador's beautiful face.
Close Shave
Silver regarded the overweight golden labrador with unblinking steel-grey eyes. "oh, come on sheriff. you know old man kennedy had the judge draw that up just so he could send his pet deputy marshalls after me."
I'll Follow You Always
The golden labrador female was preparing for a nice midday jog with her friend johan, who was running a little late at the moment.
Make the Most of It
The grinning golden labrador retriever asks shaking more water from his fur.
Sleepover Slip-up
My face felt like it was on fire as i looked anywhere but over by jon and the golden labrador. "ryan? don't tell me you're scared to take your pants off. got a tiny dick?" "gross, jon. come on, put your pants back on!"
The Thirst for Revenge
It was a picture of a golden labrador. milo's face developed a big grin as he began plotting. "i told you i would get you back, and now i will, you bastard." milo said to himself. milo then invited himself into bed, and went to sleep.
Leaving Tonight
The golden labrador looked at me through the face shield covering his muzzle. "what is it?"
Good Enough/Crossroads Little Chance's Christmas
The wolf stepped rolled his eyes and quickly locked eyes with his wife, a golden labrador. and, asleep with his head in her lap, was their son, dreaming peacefully.