A Dog's Purpose Book Summary Novels & Stories

He shook his head away instead, facing the other side. "The dog flashes it's teeth and tries to prove its strength to its master. 'I guard your house' It barks, 'I am your back bone' It squirms, 'If you don't feed me, I'll bite'." I continue speaking. "Little does the dog know it's owner has a gun, the owner has a rod, the owner knows how to tame and discipline wild pets. Be it lions and cheetahs, it makes them cats. Turns snakes to worms and wolves to puppies."

"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.

“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.”

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.”

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

DAMIAN BLACKWOOD Those three days were the longest I had ever endured. For the first time, I understood why he cherished his dogs so much. A dog is often dismissed as nothing more than an animal, most likely because they only bark, wag, and play. Maybe it was because I was not a big fan of the species, but I quickly realised that their barks, whines, yelps, and howls all meant something profound to them, and they were better feelers than I was.

"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless:

"He's a wonderful puppy, I see you love him very much." The boy started to rant about how much fun he had with his dog every day. Cossimo laughed, "Yeah ... a dog can teach you a lot of things can't they?" The boy nodded with a smile. "They can teach you how to love unconditionally because they love you unconditionally ... no matter what you do, they will always love you." Gonzo came back with the Frisbee and Cossimo threw it even further. "They teach you about loyalty, a lot of humans don't appreciate the loyalty of a dog ... they should learn from it."