It was one of my main jobs to terrorize the squirrels when they did this, but I wasn’t sure what to do when I caught Clarity at it, even though I knew that for a child to eat birdseed was probably against a rule. Just the other day I had sat by miserably while the baby crawled under the bird feeder and stuffed handfuls of fallen seeds into her mouth. I felt certain that Ethan would want me to watch over Clarity, who always seemed to be getting into trouble. The baby’s name was Clarity, though often Gloria called her Clarity June. After Gloria left, Ethan and his mate, Hannah, said the name Gloria out loud many times over many nights, with sad emotions underlying their conversations. Ethan had still been alive, and Gloria had handed the baby to him and called him Grandpa. This was Gloria’s second visit to the Farm. Her hand had been holding a leash that went to the little girl’s waist, but the leash had gone slack in Gloria’s hand and was now trailing behind the child as she headed for the end of the dock and the pond beyond.Īs a puppy my reaction to a limp leash was always to explore, and this little girl’s response was just the same. She was on the dock, too, lying motionless on a reclined chair with bits of vegetables placed on both of her eyes. I pictured jumping in the water and pulling her to the surface by that shirt, and I let out a soft whimper. She wore white puffy pants and a thin shirt. She hadn’t been walking very long in her life, so every step was a wobble. I was a good dog.Īnd yet as I sat there I was watching one of the many children from Ethan’s family striding unsteadily toward the end of the dock. Ethan, loving Ethan, was my ultimate purpose, and I had done it as well as I could. So whether it happened this summer or the next didn’t matter. So when the deeper sleep came for me next, at the end of this life, as Buddy, I felt sure that I would not live again, that I had fulfilled my purpose and there was no reason for me to be a dog anymore. It came for me when I was Ellie, when my job was to Work, to Find people, and to Save them. It came for me when I was named Bailey, when I first met my boy and loving him became my whole focus. It came for me when I was named Toby, in my silly first life, when I had no real purpose but to play with other dogs. I was an old dog and knew that someday soon a much deeper sleep would come, as it had always come for me before. Only sleep soothed it away-in my sleep, Ethan ran with me through my dreams. Now the pain was less, more like a stomachache, but I still felt it all the time. When he died I felt a pain inside me much sharper than any other I’d ever felt. This was the second summer without Ethan.
#Sneak a peek puppy full
I had lived a long and full life with a boy named Ethan, spending many lazy afternoons on this very dock, here on the Farm, enjoying a swim or barking at the ducks. The fur on my legs was as black as the rest of me, but down at my paws it had, over time, become tinged with white. Please enjoy this excerpt.Īs I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog. Bruce Cameron asks the question: Do we really take care of our pets, or do they take care of us? More than just another endearing dog tale, A Dog’s Journey -available in trade paperback today-is the moving story of unwavering loyalty and a love that crosses all barriers. When they are suddenly separated, Buddy despairs-who will take care of his girl?Ī charming and heartwarming story of hope, love, and unending devotion, A Dog’s Journey by W. He’s overjoyed when he is adopted by Clarity, now a vibrant but troubled teenager. When Buddy is reborn, he realizes that he has a new destiny. Yet as he watches curious baby Clarity get into dangerous mischief, he is certain that this little girl is very much in need of a dog of her own.
After searching for his purpose through several eventful lives, Buddy is sure that he has found and fulfilled it.
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