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Picked up at the Shop
I picked Kitt up at the shop...Yes, I named him Kitt (after a car, not because he's a cat) and no, I didn't pick him up at the pet shop. I also didn't adopt Kitt in the fashion most think of. You see, he appeared out of no where one winter morning while I was working at a John Deere dealer as a mechanic (there's the shop part of it). He was wandering around the mowers on display out front and was curious about what I was doing.
By Tim Lawson5 years ago in Petlife
Outlaw Dog Duo
One day in 2003 I arrived at my Dad’s house for the weekend. What I did not know is that this weekend would be much different than any other before. As I got my bags unloaded from the truck he told me to let him get inside the house first so he could check on something. A few moments later he told me and my sister we could come inside. He then told us to go look out onto the back porch. As we got ready to open the door to the back porch, we saw through the window on the door two goofy and excited basset hounds waiting for us to come outside and play.
By Jake Thomas5 years ago in Petlife
Lessons I've learned from dogs I've loved
I have had dogs my entire life (minus a dark stage that lasted 3 years between my first and second dogs). I grew up with them in my house, in my friends’ houses, in my family members houses. As a child, my best friend and I knew which houses in the neighborhood had dogs and visited them frequently to walk their dogs- not for money- just because we wanted to (before you ask- yes, are STILL kicking ourselves today that we weren’t the ones to come up with Wag & Rover) and when people would ask what my favorite smell was I, confidently and without hesitation, would answer “wet dogs”. After college, I had a job at a doggy daycare (truly a dream come true), and then jumped on the Wag bandwagon as a dog walker, not to mention a word-of-mouth pet sitter/dog walker, and my parents’ permanent dog sitter.
By ec from cle5 years ago in Petlife
Ruby
Every pet I’ve ever had had been a rescue, either from the shelter or stray I wanted to nurse back to health. Strays deserve just as much love and attention as any other animal, and probably more. From cats, to dogs, and birds to rodents, if I find it injured, I’m giving it a home or finding it one after I get it back to good health. I’ve saved a chihuahua from a puppy mill, named her Kiki and turned the puppy mill in. I’ve saved a kitten from a dumpster and named her Meow Meow. On Halloween when we were trick or treating we found a kitten malnourished with worms and an upper respiratory infection and named her BooBoo. And all of these I kept. A kitten I found abandoned by its mother was too far gone and couldn’t be saved. I cried. All of these babies I kept. But Ruby is another story altogether.
By Shauna Paris5 years ago in Petlife
Raising My Humans
Raising My Humans Being a certified rescue dog is never easy, you never know where your next stop will be, if you’ll be loved or used, and for me how easy will the humans be to raise? I’ve been in homes with children, adults and even other dogs and I abhor the latter, they are beasts, unable to grasp my philosophies of raising the humans. Hell I rather hang with a group of cats, they understand that humans are staff, they work for us, not vice versa, but other dogs, incompetent and lazy, in my humble opinion. This time I stumbled into a home with just two humans, both older, but that doesn’t necessarily mean easier, they are set in their ways and I have to start from scratch.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Petlife
Tiger
I was anxious to say the least. There was no real reason why other than the fact that I had anxiety and depression that had gone untreated for a few months. Maintaining a therapist seemed unreasonable at this point. We had no car and no licenses to drive anyway. I wasn't generally in the mood to walk to therapy every time I had an appointment. I had to be in the mood to go somewhere and cabs were a bit out of our price range.
By KLMillward5 years ago in Petlife
Wee, Wee, Wee..All the Way Home
I never in a million years expected I would be the kind of person to love pigs. I never disliked pigs. I always thought they were cute, but I never figured I would ever be in a situation where pigs would be part of my regular routine and yet, like so many other things that happen here on Crow's Croft Farm, I have been given the opportunity to surprise myself.
By Christina Parkinson5 years ago in Petlife
Momma
The little man lived across the city street in LODO, which stands for lower downtown, an industrial area in Denver, CO. His home, a white, brick, run down storefront. His name was Val and I didn’t know much more about him than that. He was athletic and lean and very quirky, always tan with a wry and often inappropriate sense of humor. On the land between the street and the sidewalk, he grew squash and greens, beans and cucumbers. It was an amazing garden and I am sure, one of his sources of food. He was often outside in the blistering Colorado sun, watering his garden, the clear and cool water arcing from the hose, highlighting color, green and sunshine. One day, he saw the dog we eventually called, Momma. She was a thin, black mix between a lab maybe and who knows. She had a saggy stomach that was thin and her teats were hanging low. Every day she would come by Val’s and he would give her water. I don’t think he really had any food, so she started sniffing at my door.
By Jacqueline Smith5 years ago in Petlife
