A Dog's Purpose
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What is the meaning of life?
Are we here for a reason?
Is there a point
to any of this?
First, I had no idea
what was going on.
I... I couldn't see a thing.
It was warm.
There was my mother.
- -Every day, I had fun.
Was having fun the point?
The whole point?
No, it couldn't be
that simple.
Here's one.
And then it was over.
That's it for you.
No more fun.
It seemed like
such a short life.
I mean, what exactly did I do?
There was some playing.
There was some eating.
I dug in the dirt.
But when I really thought
about it,
it didn't add up to much.
I was back.
And I was a puppy again.
Alive and ready
to ask the big questions.
To dig for answers.
Just let me in there.
Um, where am I?
So what else do you have?
-Uh, this one here.
-Oh.
-What is it?
-It's a red retriever.
Oh. Oh, yeah.
- Oh!
-Nice dog.
Good breed. Easy to train.
You got something smaller?
I got some
cute yorkies over here.
-Oh.
-I got this Japanese chin.
-Ah!
-Uh, poodle.
Corgi over here.
Got a pomeranian.
Look at all this great stuff.
Somebody knew I was coming.
Oh, yeah.
Hey, look at this.
What do we have here?
Look at this little guy.
Bet it's worth a couple bucks.
Yeah, it was a knockout
in the second round.
I lost everything.
Hang tight, guy.
- Now, you're buying this time.
- Not today, buddy.
I still had so many questions.
But I kept coming back
to the same one:
How do I get a drink of water?
Do you want to get
an ice cream?
- Sure.
What flavor?
Mom, I hear something in there.
Hey, honey.
Ethan!
Hey, mom, come here.
My god.
It looks so thirsty.
It's too hot in there.
I think we need to get him out.
I can't open the door.
Wait, it's locked.
Please, mom.
Okay, stand back.
- You poor thing.
You poor, poor thing.
How are you, boy?
- Good?
- What... what is this?
-Mom!
-A boy?
-Boy...
-A boy!
-Are you okay?
-I-i never knew there might be
-such a thing as a boy.
-Tired, huh?
is gonna make it.
Can we keep him, mom?
-I don't know.
I think your father
might not...
I decided right then and there
I am definitely
keeping this boy.
Yeah! Dad, can we keep him?
--Well, who's gonna feed him?
-I will.
I'll do everything, dad.
-You think you're ready
to do it? -Yeah.
-Oh, I don't know, son.
-He's a good boy.
- He's a good boy.
Come on, please.
He's a retriever, dad.
He'll fetch your slippers.
And the paper when it rains.
Name something
you want fetched.
He can do it.
Look.
Hey, come here!
--What are you doing?
So, Ethan and I discussed
that the dog
-would be his responsibility.
-Come here! Yeah. Good boy.
Please, dad?
Come on. He needs a pal.
All right, this thing
that you two are doing,
it's dirty pool, okay?
-Hey...
-Take him away.
I want to talk
to your mother alone.
Okay.
We'll keep it till tomorrow...
You nervous, boy? Don't be.
It'll be okay. Yeah.
We don't have much choice.
They make a mess.
-Oh, come on.
-Oh, come on, Jim.
You know it.
You know how he is.
If he says no, we can run off
and go find another family.
Ethan?
Yeah?
You have a dog.
- Yes! Oh, my gosh, yes!
Come on, boy. Dad!
-Whoo! Yes!
-All right.
Oh, my gosh, thank you!
Come on! Come on!
Bailey.
B-a-i-l-e-y,
i-i would think.
And I'm Ethan.
I'm the owner.
Do you think he knows
how to spell my name?
Here you go.
Good boy.
Here you go.
Ready?
- Come on, Bailey.
Bailey, sit.
Sit.
Roll over. Roll over.
Get that out of your mouth!
Get that out
of your mouth.
Okay. Come here.
Shake your paw.
Shake your paw.
Come on. Yeah, good boy!
Turn around. Turn around.
- Come on.
- What's he saying?
-It's too many words.
-Ethan:
Come on. Okay.-I'm gonna do this now.
-Ethan:
Come here.Good job. Good job.
But one word got said
more than any other.
Bailey, Bailey,
Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.
After a while,
I came to understand
the words that mattered.
I had a boy,
and his name was Ethan.
I got a name.
My name was Bailey, Bailey,
Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.
Oh, gee, honey, I wish I'd have
known that you and Wes were...
I learned my place
in the pack.
Mom liked me.
Yes...
-Dad liked me.
-Yes. Yes, no, I understand.
-A lot.
Oh, excuse me.
Hold on. Come on.
Get down a bit.
I was sad for the cat.
Obviously,
he wanted to be a dog.
Wasn't my fault
he couldn't be a dog.
Ethan, it's time to go to bed.
Time to turn out
the light, okay?
Okay.
Okay, come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
- Okay.
"Don't! Don't do it, cap.
"Let him have it, bucky.
"We'll pound some sense
into this character.
"Pow! Stomp!
Jump for your lives!"
Ethan always came up
with such great games.
-"Boom!" -Making noise
under a blanket-- genius.
-"Zap!"
-Every night as I fell asleep,
I was that I had an Ethan.
And that I wasn't a cat.
Bailey, get in the car.
Come on, boy.
Come on!
Whenever the family wanted
me to get some fresh smells,
we all got in the car
for a ride.
Tree, toad, moss, skunk,
dead skunk, pond,
-mud, goat.
- -Goat!
Everyone was asking themself
-the same question...
"Why can't everything
smell like goat?"
Ooh, it stinks!
-Oh, look who's here!
-Hello!
Guess what we got.
What have you got?
What'd you get?
- Come on, Bailey.
-Oh, my. Look at this.
-Oh! A puppy! -Oh, my gosh.
- Here, boy. Here.
- Hello!
- Hey! Hey!
Where's he going? Oh!
Sometimes I thought
that trying
to make sense out of life
could be a waste of time.
Maybe it was better
and leave it at that.
Hey, where'd everybody go?
Where's all the chickens?
Bailey! Bailey, Bailey!
-Ethan, Ethan, Ethan,
Ethan, Ethan! -Yeah!
Oh, my goodness!
Look who's here!
For some reason,
they wouldn't share
this ball with me.
Yes!
Run, Ethan, run!
Everybody knows there's never
been a game
in the history of balls
that can't be improved
by having a dog in it.
about this ball.
Treasure.
Ah, this is the life.
Anyone else?
Jim, your coffee?
-Oh, thank you.
-Here you go.
- Here we all are.
- Yeah.
Enjoy your meal.
I liked the old humans.
They got me.
Would you please stop
feeding the dog?
-Oh.
I told you.
You caught me.
I'm sorry.
Could you pass me
the jam, please?
When I wasn't thinking
about food, my mind wandered.
Why am I here?
What's the purpose?
Oh, yeah. Keep rubbing.
And...
Might there be more bacon?
Oh, look at his plate.
You know, the way you eat,
you're gonna grow up
to be bigger
than all of us put together.
- Yes!
- Oh!
If there's a world
to grow up in.
These Russians
Do we have to talk
about that now?
- No.
- So, um, Jim,
I hear you're up
for a new office job.
Why don't you tell us
about that?
That didn't work out.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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