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Most recently published stories in Petlife.
Dixie and I
Dixie wasn't a collie but I wasn't disappointed. Dixies was a fully trained German Shephard Police Dog. Everywhere I went so did Dixie. I had her from a pup, she was was only eight weeks old when I received her as a gift from my uncle. He trained her at Ft. Lee, VA as a police dog. She had one job and that was to protect me from the bullies in the neighborhood.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Petlife
Tina, Valentina, The Toothless Dog.
Her forehead twitches as she lays on the sofa. Uncontrollable movements that worsen as night grows near. She was dreaming. Or maybe reliving a memory she was less than keen to have, but has become a part of her at this point. Tina is a 45 pound white and brown Australian Cattle dog-mix.
By SheRockScience4 years ago in Petlife
Roadtrip with Rico
-This story is mostly true, names, locations have changed. Except for Rico, this was our closest moment. Carl woke up to the sound of his alarm going off. Instantly he got angry, this meant the rooster was killed. This is the 2nd rooster this month! Carl yells.
By W.E. Cervantez4 years ago in Petlife
View of a Bear
Living in a pocket-sized town on the NW Coast was a different experience than suburbia in a sprawling city. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone has a dog or two or three in their pickup. Possums, raccoons, deer, and black bear roam between properties and the ocean and bay. I saw a porcupine on the beach once and said to no one except my dog, “Look! A porcupine!” We three were the only mammals on the beach.
By Mawde Olssen4 years ago in Petlife
My Hero Ransom
A high-school student and a dog not yet one year old, we were two friends still getting acquainted. He was born a mix of Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Border Collie, and Australian Shepherd, and I assisted with his birth in my grandmother’s house, later incurably charmed by his dark, shiny eyes when they first opened for me. I knew in an instant he would be my very first dog, if I could only persuade my parents to let me keep him. To my eternal gratitude, they said yes, and I named him Ransom in reverent allusion to C.S. Lewis’s fictional protagonist, whose heroism and sacrifice made him legend in the book.
By PathlessJourney4 years ago in Petlife
Boomer’s beginning
It was 2002, and I was back home in northwest PA for hunting season. I called my wife back in Michigan to let her know that I had arrived safe and sound. She told me about this dog that she had heard about from our friends back home while I was traveling. She had always wanted a Sheltie, and there was supposed to be a puppy in my home town available for free. The last thing I felt we needed was a third dog, but we do these things for the ones we love. So, I called the family and made arrangements to see the dog at the end of my hunting trip.
By Erik C. Wilson4 years ago in Petlife
A story of love
It was the beginning of the end of a long abusive relationship. No more fear, no more feeling not good enough, no more control, no more starvation, no more isolation. Only freedom. But it came at a cost. My children, who I lived for, who kept me alive, placed in foster care. I was too unstable and emotionally damaged after 11 years of abuse. My world, fell beneath my feet. I was lost, now alone in this empty house, the silence was deafening. The walls held their laughs, their worries, their tears, their playing, their mischievousness. It was haunting. Disturbed in the night, I heard a cry, he’s calling out for me. I woke to silence, remembering they’re no longer here. Waking up each morning to lay out 5 bowls and fill them with cereal, adding the milk and laying out 5 spoons, only to remember I stand here in this house, alone. They are gone. Breaking down in tears, I felt suicidal. Haunted by memories, for the last time, I seen them playing with toy cars, laughing and being kind to one another. Was I going crazy?
By Deborah Cully4 years ago in Petlife
To My Dog
Dog. I know you don’t remember when we met, you were too young. I needed gas , back when I thought $3.10 was a lot per gallon, and you where with a homeless man who was shoeless, sitting on a five gallon bucket . He had a cardboard sign, but not one daring me to hit him with a quarter, or asking for anything, instead his sign said “pit bull puppy’s”. I stopped and he had only you. “$200?” Said the man. I searched my pocket and found only 4 twenties. Your blue eyes pleaded at me, they have since turned gold. “I’ll give you $80, and you can forget about this dog for good.” He handed you to me and I paid him. We listened to rock and roll as you sat nervously on my lap on the ride home. As I sang the songs on the radio you started to loosen up, you still love it when I sing to you. I named you from one of those many songs that played as we drove home sealing our fate together as best friends for the remanding years of your life. Selfishly sometimes I wish it were for the remaining years of mine.
By Auston Ricks 4 years ago in Petlife
Kota's Story
Going to training school was good. I did good, the trainer girl said so. She was pretty and she smelled like flowers and dogs. I stayed all day with her and other dogs and trainer people. The lady I stayed with during the night was okay. She smelled like burning sticks and drink, but she said I was a good boy and handsome and gave me pets. She bought me those treats that are like salmon - the kind in the bag. After training I didn’t see the trainer girl anymore. I was with the people at the house. I had a kennel and was in there a lot, it was okay. My collar kept me safe so I could go outside, that was good. Sometimes after she had lots of drink the lady left me outside until all the lights went off. I got scared because I didn’t think I could protect the people all by myself and I heard strange noises in the dark. I barked, but the other dogs didn’t bark back, they were inside with their people.
By T. A. White4 years ago in Petlife
