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, when you’ve finally found them, what you need to do?”   “Discover my Puggy Purpose, Mamma,” I parroted. Just as she made us say every night before we went to sleep.   Discovering our Puggy Purpose is something every pug is taught as soon as we open our eyes. If we know what our purpose as a pet is, w