روايات وقصص ضمن A Dog's Purpose Book Summary

"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.

Crystal passed the dog’s leash to Nancy and said, “Here. I think you will need him more than I will, at least until things settle down.” Nancy accepted the leash with a trembling hand. “Is he safe?” she asked nervously. “For you and me, it is.” Crystal chuckled. “But God help anyone who tries to hurt us. And because he is a male, he will be extra loyal.” “What does an animal’s sex have to do with anything?” She sounded skeptical. “Dogs appreciate beauty as much as humans do,” Crystal explained. “Didn’t you know that?” Nancy shook her head, and her cheeks turned pink. “I didn’t...”

Oddly, the puppy simply raised its head a bit higher while continuing to look at Gerald, a strange clarity in its eyes. “…Hmm? Could it be that you were listening to my mumbling earlier…? Do you know that I require human blood? Is that why you’re deliberately trying to attract that person over?” Gerald was only making such a bold claim since after reading through the Book of Beasts, Gerald could now more or less tell what most animals meant by their actions. Upon realizing that its message got across, the poppy instantly nodded before wagging its tail happily. “Well I’ll be d*mned! You truly do have a spiritual nature!” said Gerald as he patted the puppy’s head.

She finished the entire cup of honey water, exhaustion and the aftereffects of the car accident gave her a headache, she still needed to rest. Angus should still have time, like a faithful dog guarding its master, he quietly watched over the resting Emilia. The latter realized that Angus wouldn't let her leave, so she turned her back on him, not wanting to speak to him. In nature, dogs have the instinct to claim territory, to leave their own scent on their belongings, to warn other intruders, as warning, this is mine, don't touch.

It was an unexpected and endearing sight, a stark contrast to the hostility that had filled the room moments earlier. Harper's shock was palpable. She stood frozen, her earlier arrogance momentarily eclipsed by her surprise. "Eewww! Ugly dogs! Shoo! Go away from me!" she exclaimed, attempting to shoo the dogs away with her dainty gestures. However, the puppies, displaying a surprising degree of intelligence, seemed to have sensed the hostility and disdain emanating from Harper. With a deliberate and almost defiant gesture, they proceeded to leave their mark, defiantly peeing and defecating in the path Harper intended to take. It was a small act of rebellion from the dogs, a response to the n

“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.”

Anna called, waving before exiting. "Okay!" I chirped, already half-distracted as I pulled out one particularly thick volume: "DAMARIS WOLVES: ANATOMY, GENEALOGY & PHYSIOLOGY." The cover alone felt heavy with possible secrets. I sank into one of the plush chairs, opening the book on my lap. The first few pages were sketches of wolves built for war and charts detailing their abilities. "The greater the strength of the Damaris wolf, the more efficient its healing ability becomes."

I’d been warned to steer clear of his work space. But something gnawed at me. Curiosity. I slowly placed the bucket down, and walked carefully towards the desk. There was an open book resting on it. I squinted, trying to make out the faded words. “Mating with a human,” I whispered softly, my eyes scanning the pages. My brows furrowed. He was studying about this. What was between us. I picked the book, bringing it closer till I didn’t have to squint again. “Having a pup with a fated human mate would birth stronger offspring than pups from a chosen she-wolf mate.”

Even as I said that I realised that Thor wasn’t growling at him which meant he probably thought of him as his saviour too from the alley. “If you keep coddling him he won't learn how to survive in difficult situations and instead look for a place to hide. And if your dog can't protect you then what good is it for?” “He is not here to be my bodyguard.” I snapped at him. “Everything does not have to have an ulterior motive, Ephraim.”

"We'll get both. Three dogs will be great." END OF VOLUME NINE: FAMILY RISK This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author recognizes the trademarks and copyrights of all registered products and works mentioned within this work. Copyright ©2020 by Megan Matthews. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written person from the a