Toby’s Story by W. Bruce Cameron (A Dog’s Purpose Puppy Tales #6)
English | 2019 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 24.3 Mb
Toby’s ; Meet Toby–a very special dog with a very important purpose–featured in A Dog’s Journey, the basis for the major motion picture! Young readers will love this story in the popular A Dog’s Purpose Puppy Tales series by bestselling author W. Bruce Cameron.
Toby is a beagle who doesn’t seem to have a purpose. While all of his littermates are adopted right away, Toby is left behind because he’s not as energetic as they are. But because he is so quiet, he is adopted by a girl named Mona and her mother, who works at a nursing home. As Toby comforts the residents of the home, he discovers that his purpose may be the most important of all!
Toby’s Story is another uplifting tale of the bond that exists between humans and their cherished animal companions. Young fans of Ellie’s Story, Bailey’s Story, Molly’s Story, and Max’s Story will welcome this new addition to the bestselling series. Includes heartwarming illustrations by Richard Cowdrey and a reading and discussion guide at the end of the book.
“But I had to get bigger and stronger before I was ready to find out what this other smell might be.
In a few days, my eyes blinked open for the first time. I saw a great big head with soft brown fur and a white blaze down the nose. Dark eyes looked at me fondly, and a wet tongue came out and licked me all over, from nose to tail, in a few swipes. That was my mother.
I loved her. She was wonderful!
When I looked away from my mother, I saw puppies all around me. Their fur was brown and black in splotches. My mother licked them, too, and we all wiggled forward to get a turn at her delicious milk.
Then we fell asleep. Being awake was hard work.
I liked it, though. Each time my eyes opened, I was able to stay awake longer. I was able to see more of what surrounded me. My family and I lived in a dark box with an open door. Through that door I could sometimes see glimpses of bright sky. And I could smell that exciting smell, the one that made my nose twitch each time it wafted my way.
Now and then a man came to the door. He would squat down and talk gently to my mother, and sometimes she got up and walked away from my brothers and sisters and me to greet him and wag her tail.
“Good girl, Sadie,” the man would say to my mother, rubbing her head. “You’re such a good mom.”