A Dog's Purpose Novels & Stories

“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.

"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."

“Can we just chill, we are good and there is nothing wrong, stuff happens and sometimes it is stuff that is out of our control so we have no potion but to let them happen, and its okay, for whatever reason, I know it is genuine,’’ I assured him. We sat down at the usual spot and got silent for a while. What is he was really there, what if he was just testing me, what if? “So, what happened, you have not told me yet?’’ I inquired in a calm voice. “Well, I have a German shepherd dog that has been trained, it’s like a police dog and when it breaks out, it becomes very dangerous, it can only be restrained and put down using a gun syringe when the owner is not around,’’ Oh I nodded in understandi

Most of the sheep had entered the barn for the evening to take cover behind some bales, but Antonio rested in the open paddock, the donkey snuggled up against him. "Great," Cassie hissed, rolling her eyes in the dark. "What?" Randy whispered. "The donkey?" She turned to look at him as if he might understand and then turned away rolling her eyes again because she knew he didn't get it. Sighing, she tilted her head to assess the situation while trying to mentally prepare. "Do you know why farmers have donkeys with their herds?" "Nope." "Because they're assholes. That's why. They're basically guard dogs that help protect the herd from predators and coyotes, and if they're properly trained or th

I thought it would be the perfect time to take Layla, my golden retriever, for a walk around the neighborhood. As Layla bounded around the yard, her tail wagging furiously, I followed close behind. It felt good to stretch my legs and just enjoy the tranquility of the night. But suddenly, Layla's playful demeanor changed, and she began growling and barking at something in the bushes.

With a dog by my side, I'll have an invaluable backup for all my needs. After careful consideration, I've arrived at the decision that I want a Rottweiler as my companion. This breed has always fascinated me since childhood, and I'm thrilled to have the opportunity to make it a reality. Before finalizing anything, I plan on exploring rescue options as my first priority. I understand the importance of responsible pet ownership, and I'm committed to finding the right fit for both myself and the dog.

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.

Lincoln asked in such a shocked manner looking over at me, where I had to laugh a little nodding my head. Most packs have a group of hounds, they are basically, huge untamed wolves which are kept on the outside of their packs borders and are used to either scare off intruders or where the intruders become their snack. More times than not, it is virtually impossible for anyone to approach a hound let alone tame them, but back at The Full Moon Pack, that was one of my tasks.

We walked out of the dungeon and he locked the door, then we went down the hall to the other side, which was more like an animal shelter, where we locked away animals that had gone berserk. “Helen’s owner had asked that she be killed to put her out of her sorrow,” Hark said as he stood in front of a cage. A white furred dog was in there– I couldn’t tell the breed, but it was huge and it kept snapping and growling at it. I nodded at Hark, waiting for how he wanted to use this dog to prove his point. He opened the food and placed it inside the cage for the dog to eat. It rushed it instantly and Hark barely saved his arm.

She licked up the last drips of water, pleased that she had completed her task so thoroughly. "Good Doggy, now that you can drink your water you need to learn one more thing. All doggies must learn to mark there territory. I want you to wipe your scent on two pieces of furniture, don't bring yourself off you horny puppy, I can see how desperate you are".