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Poppy
I walked into a teeny-tiny, run-down animal shelter without a clue that I would walk out with my soulmate. Piles of papers and files stacked on the shelves behind the front desk, more files and papers piled high on the desk, a small bench in one corner, and peeling linoleum flooring greeted me as I ventured in. The older woman behind the desk greeted me and asked what I was looking for. I paused and asked if I could just take a look around. She waved me on. I wandered around the small square building, three rooms full of cats just… out, being cats, a couple rooms with puppies, then I wandered outside and walked a bit around the yard, finding some dogs in outdoor kennels.
By Davia Buchacher4 years ago in Petlife
Snowy my Dream Dog
Snowy was a College graduation gift from my Mom. He was born February 24, 1996. Funny , he was born on day my grandfather died. I got him two months after my grandfather died. The breeder said he was no good to breed, he had only one tentacles. He was beautiful to me. I had two cats , Richard and Tiger.
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Petlife
Work From Home Necessities: Two Tuxedo Cats
Item: Two black and white tuxedo cats (only available in pairs so they don't get lonely). Cost: Priceless (or in other words a donation to the rehoming charity of your choice). Accessories such as litter trays and scratching posts sold separately.
By Angela Nolan4 years ago in Petlife
My New Furry Co-Worker
As close as we are to our neighbors most daily activities go unnoticed. Our neighbors to our right have a tree cutting business and as such, have their business truck along with their personal trucks. This one day their activities would be interrupted by their barking dog Mufasa, a raised hood of a pickup truck and several bodies precariously leaning over the truck’s engine.
By R.S. Haspiel4 years ago in Petlife
What Budgerigar Birds Experts Don't Want You To Know!
The budgerigar, also known as the for the use of all parakeet or case parakeet, is a tiny, drawn out-tailed, sperm-corrosive poll usually nicknamed the budgie or in American English people, the parakeet. Budgies are the only assemblage in the group Melopsittacus. Naturally, the assemblage is virid and fulvid with swarthy, scalloped markings on the nape, back, and wings. Budgies are bred in confinement with the coloring of dejection, whites, jaundice, greys, and even with tiny crests. Juveniles and chicks are monomorphic, while adults are told apart by their wax coloring and their manner.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam4 years ago in Petlife
Broccoli and Dogs Don't Mix
I can remember so many stories about my late pug throughout her years, but one that stuck out was when I was around nine years old and my family was around the dinner table eating dinner. It was a normal evening; we were enjoying a roast my mom made for dinner and my parents were about to finish up and head over to the living room to watch tv like we did every night, so I tried to throw the rest of my food away.
By Morgan Bracht4 years ago in Petlife
When To Neuter A Labrador Retriever?
When To Neuter A Labrador Retriever To be a Labrador retriever owner, you must prioritize your dog's needs before your own. When it comes to satisfying the obligation of caring for the pup's well-being, Labradors necessitate significant long-term time commitments. Feeding your Lab at the appropriate time, ensuring it gets plenty of exercises, and scheduling a neuter appointment at the appropriate age are just a few of your obligations.
By Mustafa Rangoonwala4 years ago in Petlife
The Burden of Choice
A tiny kitten lays weak on the cat bed on our porch. One eye matted closed, s/he still sees me with the other. A week ago s/he would scramble away and disappear. Now s/he just lays there accepting whatever fate awaits. The energy to run is simply not there.
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Petlife
My Dog's Letter To Me From Doggy Jail
Dearest Mother — I write to you from doggy jail, a Hellish place from which all hope has fled. You have lured me lo these many years to this place you call “the office” by speaking those magical words against which I have no defense—“Go for a ride?”— only to lock me within this glass chamber you sometimes call “the conference room.”
By Bev Potter4 years ago in Petlife
