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What are the 10 most famous dog breeds?
All good canine types have a great deal of significance with the specific. The following top 10 canine types list we're having a look at all kinds of puppies from the small to the large. We're opting pets grounded on their station and ease of training as well as their cuddly and cute rudiments. But to be clear we love all types, now snare your leash.
By James Dravid4 years ago in Petlife
Life Unleashed with Trolley
Yes, his name is Trolley and no I did not name him that. He came with that name; he was found near the trolley in Tempe, Arizona. He was just one year old when I rescued him, a Cattle Dog and Pit mix. Oh, and he was missing a tooth. In other words, the cutest dog in the world! I was a senior at Arizona State University, living with my boyfriend at the time and he was against getting a dog since it’s a lot of responsibility with us still in school. But when I saw Trolley’s sweet face on the Phoenix humane society website, I called immediately to rescue him.
By Meghan Harrison4 years ago in Petlife
Francie
Francie This is a true story about a very exceptional and wonderful dog. About 15 years ago, my beautiful basset hound Sheba, who was 13 years old, died. I was so very sad and upset and distraught that I vowed never to have another dog, because I had loved her so much and her absence hurt me so much. Soon after, we found a very fierce, angry, ugly, sick puppy in our garden. She was about 6 months old. I was so afraid of her because she was quite aggressive, but I could see that she was suffering from a disease called mange. She was in a terrible state. She had a broken foot, which I imagine probably a car had run over, and had twisted her right leg which was not treated in time, so it stayed twisted. She was living in our garbage box and was extremely thin and dirty. So my sister and I tried to get the animal association of the location where we live to come and take her away. We called about 20 different private and government associations, without any luck. We truly thought that she needed to have some professional help to put her to sleep as she was suffering too much. I began praying to St. Francis of Assisi, the Patron Saint of animals. Then a boy, who was working for us as a gardener, started giving her food from the meals we would give him, and clean water, and began talking to her and being friendly, showing her some love and affection. But the dog did not allow him or anyone else to touch her. Little by little, she became less aggressive. After a few weeks the gardener boy was able to rub her all over with burnt car oil, which is a local remedy for mange and this caused all of her hair to start falling off. She looked like a little pig ! But soon she was cured and started being very friendly with us. Good food, love and attention worked! Her hair grew out and was a lovely orange-brown color. We decided to keep her and named her Francie, after the saint we had prayed to her about, as we felt that the prayers were working.
By Paulette Pagani4 years ago in Petlife
The one I needed.....
The day I thought would never come one time came. I remember growing up we used to beg my mother for a dog. Like LILTERALLY BEG…… and not just for a dog. For any type of pet. Well, anything other than a fish. That was the only pet we were allowed. My mother was an OCD neat freak on crack. Meaning the chances of us EVER getting a dog was slim. The chances on us ever getting a pet that didn’t belong in a cage was nonexistent. Not a hamster, not a bunny, not a cat…. Nothing!
By Carmen Black4 years ago in Petlife
The Beach Adventures Of Auri
As the golden ball of sun came up in the east gradually inching over the calm waters of Point Roadknight, my four-month year old Hungarian Viszla, Auri woke up and started licking my ears and face to wake me up. It was time for our morning ritual, her licking me to wake me up and me rubbing her belly and her back.
By Matthew Dawson4 years ago in Petlife
My Dog Real Story
My entire grown-up life I'd thought I was adversely affected by canines. Our children would ask for a canine, and I'd say, "It's a canine or me, your decision!" Besides being unfavorably susceptible, I'd considered a canine simply something more I'd have to deal with. I was really 'hostile to canine': If you carried your canine to our home, it needed to remain outside. Regardless of whether it was cold out. I was savage! I didn't have the foggiest idea about the names of my companions' canines. Canines just didn't make any difference to me. By any stretch of the imagination. My companion Ann loves to recount the narrative of how when her canine kicked the bucket, I kept in touch with her a sympathy note offering something like, "I can't relate by any stretch of the imagination, yet I needed to recognize that I realize this should be a truly miserable time for you." So when I had my 'canine arousing,' it was a really colossal life change.
By Dr Smith Jonson4 years ago in Petlife
Osiris and Hooman: A Berner's Rescue
June 8th, 2021: I was born. I was given the name “yellow collar boy” at the time. As a little Osiris, I spent most of my time playing with my litter mates, sleeping, eating and repeating. I was not prepared for what would happen next but as a dog, I tend to live in the moment!
By Seiarrah Johnson4 years ago in Petlife
Unconditional Love Comes Wrapped in Fluff!!
We are probably the oddest pair of friends to travel and divide some of the craziest adventures we’ve shared. Samy’s red hair, which matched his spitfire personality, was long and fluffy. His dreadlock upward curly tail and happy dance where he pranced lifting both his paws when you called him, would bring a smile to everyone’s face who has the pleasure of encountering him. That little buddy had met people from all over the United States and Canada. Our road trips together have been from Southern California to Vancouver, Canada, California to Florida, and up the east coast countless times. We have had many adventures that still make me laugh when I reminisce about what transpired.
By Wild & Free4 years ago in Petlife
The Ballad of Scruffy the Hero Dog
I glanced out through the lovingly homemade curtains. There sat Ryder, 8 years old, shoulders hunched against the wild Alaskan forest backdrop. He looked down at Scruffy with the same sad uncertainty we all had. He’d been run over by a car. He lay in the soft grass of the yard pleasant, but panting. We didn’t know enough to be able to tell if he’d be ok.
By Mariah Proctor4 years ago in Petlife
Snugglejunkie
I'd like you to meet my dog. She's a staffy-cross. Most staffies you see are stumpy-legged and barrel-shaped. But this one is leggy. She has a ridiculous metabolism, even after being neutered, and she never seems to gain weight. If she manages to get into the kitchen bin and eats something that disgarees with her, she starts to look disturbingly ribby very quickly. She's genetically inclined to be muscly, and all that brawn is covered in a thin layer of soft, glossy velvet.
By L.C. Schäfer4 years ago in Petlife
Missed You Too
Josh is quietly sitting in the 3rd row of the early 2000’s minivan. It is just a few days before Christmas. His older cousin Jessika is sleeping next to him. His aunt Abbie is driving the minivan down a road that is covered in a blanket of snow and the road finally looks familiar to him. He knows he will be home soon. The drive back from Florida was growling because he had nothing to entertain himself with. All of today’s modern luxuries weren’t as easily accessible back then. So all he had to entertain himself was his thoughts. His mind keeps going back to the same thought. How his dog Fathead was doing. It had been two weeks since they have seen each other. This was the longest they have been apart since Fathead moved in. He didn’t know if Fathead would recognize him when they saw each other again. He thought that Fathead may not be as excited to see as he was. That thought made his stomach turn.
By Joshua Kellinghaus 4 years ago in Petlife
