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Kilo
It all started when I was 19. A neighbor had given me a beagle puppy that didn't want to stay with him and always came to me, but little to my knowledge, he had fed it rat poison and it only lived a couple days. Fast forward a couple months, and I was still heart broken and lonely, I lived on my brothers couch, and his wife convinced me to find a dog on craigslist for free that needed a good home. During this time I was between jobs, making gas money buy selling homemade bath salts, soaps, and bath bombs. She said that she used to be homeless, and having her dog Kia was what encouraged her to strive and push to find work and make a better life; so away to the computer I went, day in and day out, endless scrolling to find what seemed like a good dog.
By Neferitiri4 years ago in Petlife
Golden Moments
It was a thick winter day. A thin layer of perfectly level freshly laid snow was engraved by minute rabbit paw prints. Naked trees danced in the fierce wind, shedding any white skin from their branches. I was walking violently, my worn-out boots chiselling blisters on my feet. My mother, dressed in blue from her hat to her eyes to her snowshoes, gracefully trotted over the snow, leaving only a faint mark on the fluffy white flakes.
By Patrick Wadden4 years ago in Petlife
I and My Girl dogs Life Unleashed
OK this is a short story about me and My Baby now her name is Nicole and I found her a couple of months after another one of my dogs, my little Joey Jr. was born in June 2005 in which I bought a couple of months after my little Joey passed and I
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis4 years ago in Petlife
Why Your Cat Needs to Be Groomed Too!
When people think about groomers, they often think about poodles with their special haircut. They probably also think about all of the dogs that need to get shaved short on a regular basis. They may also think about stinky dogs who need bathes regularly to stay clean.
By Shelley Wenger4 years ago in Petlife
Rescued
I stood there in the ER, shaking and sobbing. Flashes of Teddy, my two year old tuxedo cat, seizing in my arms after several weeks of medical battles came over me. I blamed myself. The amount of guilt that I felt was heavy enough to bring even the moon to its knees. To lose someone is one thing, to watch them go is another.
By Stefanie G.4 years ago in Petlife
Duchess
I was an escape artist, according to my mother. I ran off and was sneaky about it. But really, I only ever made it out the backdoor into our tiny, fenced yard. (Well, except that one time, but I'm getting ahead of myself). At the ripe old age of 2, that yard was a wonderland that I explored with my best friends. A German Shepherd and a Newfoundland. The Newfie was soft and fun to chase but knocked me over often. She wasn't my favorite friend. The shepherd was patient and gentle. My young heart adored her. Her name was Duchess.
By Cassandra McElroen4 years ago in Petlife
Dancing the Dog
My dog and I love to walk along the quiet streets of our subdivision; he sniffs the shoulders of the paved road inhaling every molecule of information from every other dog, pedestrian, and car that has passed by. He usually finds a “sweet spot” and rolls, joyfully kicking his legs in the air and grunting…an activity I have affectionately named “piggling”. I usually walk along quietly, enjoying the blue skies, bird songs from the nearby trees, and wait for him to do his “doggy things” as I keep an eye out for oncoming traffic or other dogs. My dog was a “rescue” from a fighting-dog “puppy mill”, and he is very antisocial when encountering anything out of the ordinary on our solitary times together.
By Janet Carpenter4 years ago in Petlife
Love Trumps Fear
You are Dillinger. You are not mine, you belong to my best friend. You are sweet, and goofy, and loyal, and wicked smart, one of the best dog's I've ever known. I remember when she first got you, you were so small. You were only four weeks old, but the shelter was going to euthanize you because you lived in a "no pitbulls allowed" kind of state. My friend did not hesitate to swoop in and save you.
By Katherine Glidden4 years ago in Petlife
