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Charlie's Easter
Charlie’s Chocolate Easter Our beautiful dog Charlie just loved and adored chocolate. She could smell it and despite my best efforts to hide it from her and the children, she would ferret it out and demolish it in minutes flat. It didn't matter how or where I chose to hide it, no chocolate was ever safe from her slavering, chocolate -loving jaws.
By a.a.gallagher5 years ago in Petlife
Riding Shotgun
Yesterday I was crossing Prune Alley, waiting for a break in the tourist traffic. A small, beat-up Datsun pick-up passed me – the very make and model of the truck I used to drive – and I saw a man driving with his dog riding shotgun. Remembering Harley, my Dog-of-Ten-Lifetimes, who used to ride shotgun with me in my beater, I felt a pang of sweet memory laced with grief pass through my very core.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Petlife
Malcolm Jefferson Jordan Clark
Malcolm Jefferson Jordan Clark Bubby Hi bud this is how you came to be in our care for three to four years. My ex, your dad Dylan’s father worked at an animal shelter doing surgeries twice a week. We knew we wanted a dog the second we bought a house, we got you. Okay this happened September 22nd 2016. We go to the shelter in Lewiston. We went there looking for a Shepard mix but also really loved your brother as well. When we went there, he was sick but they said his brother Simon was available to visit. Of course we agreed. You came running out, We had a toy for you. I saw your scars. I knew you were mine just then. I looked at Dylan, who was in awe of you as well. You captured our hearts in seconds. You goofball. Changed your name in seconds to Malcolm. The guy working said we could not take you home today because you had actually not been spayed or neutered yet, and there was not a vet on site. Which online is said you had. Just a quick FYI. Dylan’s father was with us, remember I said he did surgeries there. He jumped right up and said “I’ll do it!!” The tech looked at him and said his name and said all the techs are on lunch. He jumped up and hopped over the gate we were in with you. Came back with a leash not even five minutes later. Said lets go. HAHA. Thank you for that. Always. The surgery took less than 10 minutes. He came out and said you can come get him in two hours due to medications for sedation. For your surgery. We went back to the house and waited, not patiently might I add. Dylan helped his father with stuff while I sat and waited and paced. We had everything in our trunk for you to take you home. We had ducky. The first toy we brought to the shelter. You had him for about a year, before your chewing stage started. We picked you up, filled out all kinds of paperwork and you were still groggy. I laid in the back seat with you as you were coming to, out of sedation. You just laid with me. When we go home you peed outside. Right away. We trained you to be my service animal. We set alarms in the night, took turns taking you outside. Until you were able to just be out in the lawn, while we waited on the steps. We both admit in the winter, we always didn’t clean up your shit. We’re sorry for that. You chewed our bed frame, my favorite heels, you chewed dad's headphones for work. Bubby, you had a chewing naughty period. I give you all my praise though. When dad and I broke up, you took the change well. Spoiled as hell, but well. Then you were all mine. Your dad’s schedule and I didn't work well together co-parenting you. Mostly due to my medical needs with you. I needed you for; balance, noise, pressure work, emotional support, fatigue or heart alerts. You were so well trained. I can’t believe how well we did with you. You were at my side. My health took a turn severely physically and mentally. Family decided it was best to give up on you for my health. I still don't agree with it. I have you everywhere I look in my apartment. I have all your collars, and pictures. Memories. When you left that day my heart broke, and is still broken. I failed you. I’m so sorry. The anguish I feel will always be there. No other dog could take the place of how beautiful your soul was. You were my best friend, partner in crime. Fun; lazy, goofy, silly, wild puppers. I would never replace you in my heart for another animal. I couldn’t. I’m leaving soon. Terminally ill, and leaving. Please visit me in the next room or life, baby loves. Please
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Petlife
My Super Dog
I was not Pokey’s first owner. In fact, I wasn’t even her second. She came to me through my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. The young man had named her Pokey after dog in the Little Golden Book, "The Poky Little Puppy," because of the similar coloring, although that dog had more white than black. The two young adults broke up and I got his dog! Those youngsters had too many cares of their own to be bothered with owning a pet. I had already been walking Pokey every morning and feeding her, so I considered her mine, and with the way she nuzzled me and perked up when I came home, I’m quite certain she considered me hers.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Petlife
My Four-legged Savior
My Four-legged Savior by Annette Moody How could you know how heartbroken I was? How could you know your love would save me? As I mourned the passing of my beloved, my heart shattered, you were just beginning your life. You were in and out of foster homes, in and out of adoptions, passed among people who could not understand your heart. It was as if our crossing paths was preplanned by an invisible energy, me as your forever home, you as my heart savior.
By Annette Moody5 years ago in Petlife
Breed Specific Legislation (BSL)
This is my dog, his name is Douglas. He is scared of chihuahuas, bin bags and bubble wrap. He likes to sleep curled up under the duvet with me, and his favourite pastime is throwing an elastic band in the air and catching it in his paws. Douglas is the most sweet-natured and loving dog I’ve ever known. He wiggles with happiness every time he sees one of his people.
By Sara Parkinson5 years ago in Petlife
