A Dog's Purpose Book Novels & Stories

True, this normally had a sobering effect on people. “You call this a guard dog?” Leila quipped, addressing the canine as a way to ease her loneliness. The husky, sensing the judgment in Leila’s tone, lowered its gaze and let out a mournful howl. A clear message that it was not bred for such mundane tasks as guarding, but rather for pulling sleighs through snowy landscapes. “Just put me in my element and I’ll show you what I’m truly capable of,” it seemed to say. “I highly doubt that,” Leila retorted without missing a beat.

But since I didn't know what I was looking for, I turned back and went to ask the librarian for help. “Where can I find books on canines?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as quiet as possible. The librarian gave a warm smile. “Are we talking dogs, or wolves and foxes?” “All of them.” “Nonfiction’s in the 590s. Start with 599.77 for wild canines. Pets are over in 636.7.” “Thanks.” I went back to the section, my fingers tracing along the spines in the 599 section, pausing as the gold lettering of Canidae: The Wild Family caught my eye. Sliding it free, she carried it back to my corner table.

She said lifting the cage up. “I’ll miss you.” The man said to her dog, bending down slightly so he could take one good last look of her. “I’ll bring her here the next time I drop by. See you soon sir.” She said walking away. “Wait…” The man said looking through his mini book shelf again. He picked out a book on the chow chow breed and walked up to her. “This will be very useful.” He informed stretching the book to her. She accepted the book and took a short look at it.