A Dog's Purpose Novels & Stories

“Having a puppy in the house is going to require a lot of work on your part. Are you sure you’re up to it?” “Of course we are,” Chloe said almost scornfully. Grace nodded. “Any pet is a privilege and a responsibility,” he continued. “But a dog is particularly so for a werewolf. And this is a working dog, bred to fetch game birds. She’ll get bored if you don’t play with her, and bored dogs chew on things they shouldn’t and get into trouble in all sorts of ways.” “We’ll play with her, Daddy,” Grace said solemnly. Chloe nodded.

In fact, Huracio intentionally made me drink a large bowl of water the previous night, so as to use a full bladder to punish me in the morning. As a dog, I have no sense of self. I belong to my master and my only purpose is to please and pleasure him. This is what I hated most about being Huracio's pet. Luckily, he only orders me to be a dog as a form of punishment. If I had to do it as a way of life, I would probably just kill myself.

I shook my head, “no, I have faith.” He smiled at me, “maybe I’ll put a bit of effort into your dog, help her on her nights when she roams looking for her prey,” he chuckled, “I could always persuade her into doing a bit more work, lay more out there for her to think she’s doing the right thing.” I laughed, “you can’t persuade her into killing people, that’s not how it works.”

“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.”