A Dog's Purpose Novels & Stories

New discovery — I like it even less when another woman casually puts Damion, sex, and orgasms into the same sentence. Noted. Luckily, we’ve reached our destination before I can spiral any further. The trainers and a handful of girls from our group are already inside the fenced area. I breeze through the gate and make a beeline for the puppy enclosure — a chaotic, tail-wagging mash-up of mostly Labradors, Retrievers, Malinois, and Alsatians. This class isn’t just for cuddles and I*******m content. Or drooling over hot trainers. The puppies are evaluated for obedience, focus, and temperament to decide where they’ll fit — like search-and-rescue, service work, or K9 units, to name a few.

“So now you're all caught up.” “Yes, we are.” Jordan confirmed. “Anything else?” Aeden asked. “Are your dogs for protection too?” Austin asked, he doesn’t like the dogs very much. “Not exactly. Their breed is typically used for protection but I originally got them because I like their size and personalities.” Aeden explained. “So, its normal for them to run the fence and follow us around outside?” Jake asked.

“Er Hei, I think you’ve noticed that I really want to be with your master. You should think about how old your master is now. He’s 26 now, right? He still doesn’t even have a girlfriend. You don’t want to let him stay single and unmarried for the rest of his life, do you? Don’t you want a little master? I’m telling you, I was appointed by God to rescue your master, so you must listen to me…” “When I become your mistress in the future, I’ll even get you a girlfriend! Wait… are you a male or a female dog? Nevermind, if you’re male, then I’ll introduce you to a girlfriend. If you’re female, I’ll introduce you to a boyfriend instead. You were probably not allowed to be in love when you were a po

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."

I licked my paw, sinking deeper into my spot on the bag, letting my eyes shut briefly as a wave of contentment washed over me. We’d be leaving soon. I could feel it in the way their breathing began to sync, how the warmth in the room pulsed with anticipation. They were almost ready. And when we finally stepped out into the world beyond those walls, I’d be right there by their side. Some dogs are born to chase tennis balls and tear apart chew toys. But me? I was born to guard hearts and soulfully carry love home.

"That's the good part babe, they sleep during the day so they can be up at night so Sasha will be fine." I got my first real smile out of her then. "Really?" "Yep." "Okay then, I still think you should've talked to me first before buying me such a large dog. Couldn't you find one of those cute little Chihuahuas or something?" I guess she didn't get it quite yet. The dog was for her protection. He will be trained along with his natural protective instinct to kill any motherfucker male or female that fucked with her.

Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank. The safety and security of my home and way of life are very important to me, so having those eight dogs roam the property every hour of the day helps with my men. Dal runs back to the backyard and then goes behind the house. I put my cigarette in my mouth and reach into my pocket for a lighter. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it. There is a light breeze and the air is cool and crisp today. I've lived in New York my whole life, and I love it. I just wish this time of year wasn't so cold.

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.

The two of them exchanged horrified looks. "Mr. Dog, it's your turn now." I noted some points on the whiteboard as I turned to face the dog. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth as he relaxedly sat on the couch. "You must urinate outside my house as a basic need for staying in my home. It will be beneficial if you use the restroom, but since you are a simple dog, using the restroom will be difficult for you." He listened to the first point and then tailed his tail and barked.

I briefly explained the situation. Dogman nodded thoughtfully, “Makes sense. A dog doesn’t turn on its owner for no reason. Someone definitely trained it to attack you.” I frowned, “You mean… someone did this on purpose?” He nodded firmly, “No doubt. Look—it’s targeting you and no one else. What, you think you’ve got personal beef with this dog? Someone clearly taught it to go after you.” I paused for a moment, then asked, “Can it still be rehabilitated?”