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Monody
Black fur collects in every corner of the house. Six brown, stretchy monkey toys sit in a toy box waiting to be whipped around.
By N. Bradton4 years ago in Petlife
Ella
Our cat, Ella is a rescue. We spotted her one afternoon gamboling away in her inimitable self-assured way inside the confines of a pet store’s cage. Oblivious to the hustle and bustle around her, Ella, who at this stage of her young life was all ears and protuberant anus — not a slick and dangerous huntress as she has become — was giving all vigor and needle-like claws to a little red ball at the bottom of her cage. She chucked it up in the air, next swiped it towards the bar, her pair of neon yellow eyes now surveying the prey. Suddenly with a bum wiggle she pounced! And with the ball tightly in her grasp, let out the sweetest, tiniest little pant. We took her home the same day to meet our kindly but very nervous rescue dog, named Hiruko.
By D. C. Jacobs4 years ago in Petlife
Doggedly Determined
Sheltered from the warm summer drizzle in the garage of a suburban house, my family and I watched a dog rescue volunteer lift from a crate in the back of her SUV a little blonde bundle of fur. She latched a leash on its collar and set it down on the garage floor. We all watched the Lhasa Apso’s silent approach. She sniffed the floor and smelled our toes. She looked up with gentle brown eyes and cocked her head to one side.
By Susana Maple Green4 years ago in Petlife
5 Tips for Training Your Dog to Stay Off the Furniture.
Dogs are not allowed on the furniture! It may sound like a broken record, but it is the truth. There are many reasons why your dog should not be allowed on the furniture, and we will go through them in this blog post.
By Rodney J. Hatley4 years ago in Petlife
Me Too
Me Too: A tale of a dog By Kiera Hansell
By Kiera 4 years ago in Petlife
Please Take Me Home
Mending a broken heart is not an easy task, as anyone who has lost someone special will tell you, but I knew the time had come to move on.
By Stacey Cole4 years ago in Petlife
Henry and Quietness
When I was four or five I lived in an apartment. The kind that smelled like smoke when you left your room and the neighbors banged on the ceilings with brooms when you laughed too loud at the story your brother told. I learned to swim there. I was diagnosed with asthma there, after blowing up a balloon and my mother recognizing the wheezing. My dad was laid off for a few months, and I didn't know that until last year. The dog that I considered mine at the time was named Walter and he died while we lived there. We couldn't keep him in that little tiny apartment - after all, he was a beagle who would track cars for days on end, only to come back to us. I always blamed homesickness. Walter missed us. I remember crying on the floor in front of the sliding, mirrored doors of our front closet.
By Margaret4 years ago in Petlife
Ease My Troubles That's What You Do
"Marissa, Dad died." I didn't recognize my own voice as I said "how?" as an immediate response. I don't remember what my Mom said, but they didn't know the cause at the time. I said I had to go, twice, and hung up.
By Marissa B4 years ago in Petlife
My Rexy Boy
I got my Rexamus Maxamus (Rex) when he was just a puppy. He was a full blood English Staffordshire (Staffy). When I went to get him, as you do with animals, I sat and waited for him to choose me. There were eight puppies and all, but Rex followed their mother from the back porch to the lawn. Rex, a white Staffy with a brown patch over his eyes, walked over to my feet, climbed on them and, as little fat puppies do, tried to reach for me, but rolled off.
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Petlife
Dog Gone Days
A few years ago, my then-girlfriend and I were on the precipice of making a significant decision that would alter the fate of our lives. We were determining whether we could adopt two miniature dachshund/chihuahua puppies. Our deliberations were short. In the end, we went to the immediately gratifying option of adopting the two young puppies and throwing ourselves into the wildly complicated world of being puppy parents. We were both inexperienced in taking care of dogs. Still, we each had experience taking care of cats, so we figured we would get the hang of the whole puppy parent thing quickly. And so we entered into the new world with Brass, the miniature dachshund puppy, and Monkey, the chihuahua puppy.
By Tyler C Douglas4 years ago in Petlife
The relationship between humans and Dogs are inseparable
Saying farewell to your furry pet brings excruciating anguish, akin to the agony of losing a loved one. To people who have never had a dog or cat, this may seem to be an exaggeration, but it is the reality. This is not just the view of those who have gone through comparable experiences, but it is also the technical opinion of Unfortunately, it is not always simple to convey one's emotional condition to others, and it is not always easy to request time off, such as when a family member dies. This makes dealing with the discomfort much more difficult since you can't take a break to metabolize the agony and you can't depend on your friends and colleagues to understand you. This is especially true if none of them has previously been in a similar circumstance.
By Anicet Kouldjim4 years ago in Petlife
Big Ears Matter!!!
When my daughter messaged me on Facebook and asked, “Do you want a chihuahua?” My first reaction was to type, “Oh hell no!”
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Petlife