Paul patted Mrs. O'Leary's snout. The living room shook —BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—which either meant a SWAT team was breaking down the door or Mrs. O'Leary was wagging her tail.
I couldn't help but smile.
Stichwörter: paul percy-jackson mrs-o-leary
I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping along behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.
Of course, the Mist helped. People probably couldn't see Mrs. O'Leary, or maybe they thought she was a large,loud,very friendly truck.
Stichwörter: new-york-city percy-jackson mrs-o-leary
[Tyson] looked him over with that massive baby-brown eye. “You are not dead. I like it when you are not dead.”
Ella fluttered to the ground and began preening her feathers. “Ella found a dog,” she announced. “A large dog. And a Cyclops.” Was she blushing?
Before Percy could decide, his black mastiff pounced on him, knocking Percy to the ground and barking so loudly that even Arion backed up. “Hey, Mrs. O'Leary,” Percy said. “Yeah, I love you, too, girl. Good dog.”
Hazel squeaked. “You have a hellhound named Mrs. O'Leary?”
“Long story.
Stichwörter: humor tyson ella heroes-of-olympus mrs-o-leary son-of-neptune hazel-levesque percy-jackson-and-te-olympians
Ella, just stay here. Stay safe."
"Safe," Ella repeated. "Ella likes being safe. Safety in numbers. Safety deposit boxes. Ella will go with Tyson."
"What?" Percy said. "Oh... fine, whatever. Just don't get hurt. And Mrs. O'Leary—"
"ROOOF."
"How do you feel about pulling a chariot?
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