Pitbull Books
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by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 4.46 — 26 ratings — published 2013

by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 4.47 — 205 ratings — published 2012

by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 4.11 — 1,383 ratings — published 2012

by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 4.67 — 54 ratings — published 2013

by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 4.44 — 9 ratings — published 2003

by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 3.85 — 579 ratings — published 2004

by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 3.77 — 30 ratings — published 2012

by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 3.96 — 72,389 ratings — published 2011

by (shelved 1 time as pitbull)
avg rating 4.05 — 2,975 ratings — published 2006

“Make them know that even though they want to they can't live without you.”
― Salvage the Bones
― Salvage the Bones

“He’s definitely young,” she laughed as he began his up-close investigation of her feet and legs. “You’re so fast, Archer!”
Morgan knelt when the dog finally came to a complete stop and looked at her with his tongue hanging out of his catfish mouth, grinning and wiggling. He danced his way closer and bumped against her leg, so she took it as an invitation and finally reached out to pet him.
“He’s so soft,” Morgan exclaimed as she ran her hand down the dog’s khaki fur.
“Yup, my velvet hippo,” Nathan said, leaning against the truck and watching them with a bemused expression.
Archer was lean and muscular, with an athlete’s body and a comedian’s face. The black mask around his muzzle highlighted the fact that he looked like a reverse vampire with his two lower canines jutting out in a pronounced underbite. He slid his body to the ground with a plop, then rolled onto his back and swatted at Morgan to pet his belly.
“Okay, bossy,” Morgan said, reaching out to rub as instructed.
“Bro, let’s go.” Nathan laughed at his dog thrashing around in front of Morgan. “He’s never going to let you stop now. Arch, c’mon.”
― Dog Friendly
Morgan knelt when the dog finally came to a complete stop and looked at her with his tongue hanging out of his catfish mouth, grinning and wiggling. He danced his way closer and bumped against her leg, so she took it as an invitation and finally reached out to pet him.
“He’s so soft,” Morgan exclaimed as she ran her hand down the dog’s khaki fur.
“Yup, my velvet hippo,” Nathan said, leaning against the truck and watching them with a bemused expression.
Archer was lean and muscular, with an athlete’s body and a comedian’s face. The black mask around his muzzle highlighted the fact that he looked like a reverse vampire with his two lower canines jutting out in a pronounced underbite. He slid his body to the ground with a plop, then rolled onto his back and swatted at Morgan to pet his belly.
“Okay, bossy,” Morgan said, reaching out to rub as instructed.
“Bro, let’s go.” Nathan laughed at his dog thrashing around in front of Morgan. “He’s never going to let you stop now. Arch, c’mon.”
― Dog Friendly