A Dog's Purpose Book Novels & Stories

"I've never been smelled before! What's it like?" "Weird," the pup repeated, then added, "but good weird. Want to play?" "Play?" Genesis's eyes widened impossibly. "What's play?" "It's..." the pup frowned. "It's fun without purpose." "Without purpose?" Genesis looked ecstatic. "I've only ever existed AS purpose! Show me purposelessness!" The pup grabbed Genesis's hand—brave gesture considering that hand could reshape reality—and pulled. "Come on! We're playing tag!" "Wait," Authority said, but Genesis was already running, laughing, trying to understand games.

The dog bared its teeth, growling in a low, menacing tone. Yet the moment it saw Willow, it immediately calmed down. It was wagging its tail at her obediently. "Looks like we've found the real owner."

This dog had a high level of intelligence and said: "What does it want to tell us? Does it mean something happened to Emily abroad?" The black dog shook its head vigorously, let go of the bracelet, and carefully touched each claw. "Oh! I understand now. It must miss Emily from our house, so it ran here to find the little girl, thinking that Emily is here." Emily's mother clapped her hands. Finally, someone understood what it was trying to say, and the dog became excited and nodded vigorously.

“Why did you ask for your dog?” My dog? Oh, I laugh. “Benny helps with bringing me out of my night terrors.” Luke stares at me, confused, “They’re more like flashbacks. Sometimes I wake up a little disorientated, and Benny helps ground me. He’s my assistant dog. Well, he’s more than that. Benny’s my heart and soul. Usually, I give him a treat.” “Ah, that’s pretty cool. Well, I woke you. Does this mean I get a treat?” Luke smiles mischievously.

“Do you want her to grow up thinking safety only comes with a trigger pulled? That love looks like a camera in every corner?” Varian’s jaw flexed. He didn’t answer right away, and she knew silence was his way of both resisting and considering. So she pressed on. “Dogs,” she said. That earned her a blink. “Dogs?” “Not just guards with rifles. Dogs. Loyal, protective, but soft enough to be companions. Let her walk the grounds without feeling like prey under surveillance. Let her laugh when a shepherd chases her ball.” He tilted his head. “Dogs bark. They give away positions. They require handlers.”

To my delight, Booker showed no fear or discomfort around the horses. I spent some quality time bonding with him before heading inside to do some research. Specifically, I looked into dog trainers and broodmares to help me raise a capable and obedient canine companion. My goal is to have Booker trained like a professional police dog. While I have no issue with firearms, they are not my area of interest.

"Wow, luckily I didn't tell them anything. I acted like I didn't know who you were." "Thank you." Henry leans back on the couch, getting comfortable as I sit down beside him. "The book is on the second bookshelf, two shelves down from the top and has a green cover. I think it's called Lycanthrope Mythology if you ever want to look at it." Bruiser comes moseying into the room before he jumps up on one of the seats across from us, laying down. I have begun to love the dog, enjoying what it is like to have a pet. "He is always with you," I glance at Henry.

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

"Hey, do you want to get back at the man who hurt you?" Logan spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at me with alarmingly bright eyes. "Yes." A vicious smile curled on my lips as I lazily tilted his chin up with the toe of my shoe. "Then become my lapdog, and I'll give you everything you want." Logan lowered his head and fell silent. Just as I grew impatient and was about to turn away, he reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Woof." From then on, Logan became my most devoted lapdog.

Karen couldn't believe all the changes in her life in such a short time. Less than three weeks ago she was day dreaming about a man she walked past on the street. Now she couldn't wait to be his mate and become a wolf. She watched her chocolate colored wolf running through the trees in his pursuit of a deer. She wondered if she'd be able to do it, chase after an animal and kill it. He had assured her that her wolf would take care of it for her. It would be a natural instinct. She still worried.