Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Petlife.
Everyone Needs a Little Hope
Everyone Needs a Little Hope India the Bernedoodle opened her big brown eyes and rolled over toward the alarm clock. Her large belly stretched over the side of the pink pillow she was sleeping on. It was way past time for her owner Tracy to get up. If Tracy didn’t wake up soon, drastic measures would have to be taken, including licking her face and toes. Today was the day India had been waiting for at Camp Doodle Woods. Her puppies were about to arrive!
By Karen Nicksich4 years ago in Petlife
She's Not Mine
When I was living in Sri Lanka last year I became a loving friend to this beautiful soul. I was told her name is Kelly and she was abandoned (as many dogs are) as a puppy by the lakes. I would pass her every night on my sunset cycle and stop to feed her treats that I bought especially. She often had wounds on her that I would send reiki energy to. I could feel the heat from her body as she would lie so quietly beside my bike as I placed my hands on her and sent her love.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨4 years ago in Petlife
The Chase
Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump. My feet and heart hammered in tandem as I raced up the sidewalk. How did it come to this, I wondered? Amused and out of breath, I stopped for a minute, peering into neighbors' yards. Pondering the past, I thought back to when we'd first rescued the currently missing pup. A little scraggly scruff of brown fur, adorable and energetic had peered up at me out of the cardboard box. We'd been begging for a pet and the universe had forced our softhearted father to agree when she'd been abandoned on the doorstep of his woodshop.
By Karen Lynch4 years ago in Petlife
Want to Do 'Gility, Beau?
Heart Dog Many people say they have a "heart dog," that special dog that touches them down to their very core. Beau was mine. I purchased him in 2001 from Kajun-Fox kennel not because I thought that dogs from breeders were superior in any way, but because I had a specific dog that I wanted in mind.
By Kimberly J Egan4 years ago in Petlife
In the life of Muffinz Trapani
This dog Muffinz I had the love and privilege to know for sixteen years the amount of memories we have is infinite. She has been there when people just were not.she was my best friend, my therapist. Yes, you heard right I used to sit inside a laundry basket and hold her and just talk to her for hours. I would listen to her barks she had such a distinctive bark it was like woo woo woo woo. Her bark was very high pitched. She loved treatsie weatsies that's what we called treats and she would jump up and stand on her two legs and jump up and kiss my lip that was her trick that she used to do.
By Amanda McClary4 years ago in Petlife
The Ranch
Business had not been good lately, Lina thought to herself as she worked. Clients were scarce, the weather was unpleasant, and it was becoming more and more challenging to make ends meet. She was dreading the upcoming meeting with a financial advisor at the bank that she could only afford because he was an old family friend. She hated that money was always at the forefront of her mind these days. In the past, it seemed to flow in without much trouble. She wasn’t sure what had changed, or how to fix it. As much as she loved her ranch, Lina was worried that it just wasn’t sustainable at this point to keep it up and running. Things needed to turn around very soon to have a chance at staying afloat. The ranch had been in her family for five generations, and she had long dreamed of running it herself. It was all she had ever wanted and all she knew. It would be heartbreaking to be the one responsible for shutting it down and selling it off in pieces.
By Jennifer Rae4 years ago in Petlife
Surprise's story.
Surprise’s story Her name was Surprise. She certainly was one to us. She was born as a single puppy to a young golden retriever mother. I had yearned for a dog for quite a while. In my 13th year, she joined our family. I was the loner, the social outcast, the black sheep, one of the last to be chosen to play on a team. I was hidden, within myself, and spent much of my time reading, delving into stories, becoming a part of them in the process. I found in stories comfort, insight, and mystery. Reading was my invitation inside the story. I could be there, feel everything, learn, participate, and yet still remain withdrawn in my own life.
By Deborah Thunderchild4 years ago in Petlife
I Don't Care If Your Pet Cemetery IS Fortune 500-listed, I STILL Want to Speak with the Manager!
Maggie, our pet barn owl, was my best friend. I was sure she would be fine in the den while I cleaned her cage. I shrieked in horror when I saw the brown feathers wafting from our newly-purchased 600-horsepower Roomba.
By Larry Ryals4 years ago in Petlife
Return of the Night Owl
It was a truly a "dark and stormy night" when the tabby cat showed up. A neighbor had knocked on my door, asking if I knew who it belonged to. I had never seen it before. As we stood in the driveway, the poor, wet creature kept lifting its paws one by one, trying to protect them from the freezing rain. After chatting for a bit, the neighbor left the cat and me to fend for ourselves.
By Linda Neyedly4 years ago in Petlife
