Fearnley Fiction

                                                                              Buy Here  “Those are liquid-brown eyes I could fall into, my son,” she said. “I’m certain it won’t be long until you choose your human.” Me, choosing someone myself? That would be a fine thing. I’d be lucky to get any home of my own at this rate. “You’re doing nothing wrong,” soothed Mamma. “You’re a special pug who’ll make a special pet. You’re just waiting for The One.”   “But how will I know what The One looks like?” I persisted.   Mamma licked my ears as she thought for a moment. I guessed she was glad I was still here as she pondered her answer. “They’ll smell the best,” she whispered. “But remember, w...