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Caterpillars’ Journey
Mel and Meg were two inseparable caterpillars. They did everything together. On sunny days they’d crawl from one green leaf to the next munching at it in such a way as to create new shapes. Sometimes the shapes were funny, sometimes sad and sometimes thought-provoking. Mel and Meg called it their art. On rainy days they’d curl up together in the crack of their favourite tree; an old oak that stood proudly in the middle of some large field.
By Meliha Avdic5 years ago in Petlife
A Day In The Field
My alarm went off at 6am that morning. I quickly got out of bed, got dressed, and made my way to the camp dining tent. We were right in the middle of Shaba National Reserve. We were on a five day trip to study the two lion prides living in the area.
By Erin O'Neil5 years ago in Petlife
From Numb to Wolf Mamma
Years ago I was crawling my way out of a dark depressive episode when... Gigi sunbathing It is 11:15 am and the wolf has already peed, pooped (3x) in the house, broke out of her crate, and rammed the dog gate down. Although to be fair the dog gate isn't her fault. She has enough points against her, I'll take that one away. She is a TOUGH dog. She is the sweetest angel that ever existed, but she has separation anxiety, chewing problems, and she seems to be constantly under the weather. I am honestly at my wits end with how to potty train her. She is going the vet this week so we can rule out any medical issues.
By Jesse Rothberg5 years ago in Petlife
Weeping Willow; She saved me too
July 5th 2017. After a series of unfortunate events, my family and I found ourselves living in a small double room of a guesthouse, sweating and squashed with a household of 40 other people from all walks of life. Myself and my husband plus our 7-year-old daughter and my 3-year-old cat, Tilly.
By Kayleigh Taylor5 years ago in Petlife
Hand-me downs
We had just moved into our forever home me and my husband and our two children. We had been living with my parents for the last 6 months with an addition of our two ginormous orange tabbies. So we were stretching out and getting comfortable in our new home. My sister and her husband who is in the Marines had just got a new duty station in Georgia and would have to move with their own family which included a handsome 3 year old golden retriever mix, Bo. He was sweet and great with kids but they couldn't take him, the new place they were staying didn't allow animals and my sister had become allergic. The kids were heart broken but their grandmother was going to take him. She has a house out in the country were he could run and play all day. Freedom compared to the fenced in back yard of their house in North Carolina. However after about a month or so Grandma was going down to Georgia for a 2 weeks to stay and asked if we would keep Bo while she was gone. We are not dog people. I know you know what I mean when I say that. We have cats and I had no desire to have a dog. I agreed anyways to keep him while she was gone. She brought over his bowl, leash, bag of food and his crate. As she handed off his things she jokingly said "you know you can keep him if you want". We laughed it off and she explained his routine and that he was an outside dog and would sleep in the crate in the shed. We have a large workshop that we set him up in and would let him out in morning and back in for bed time. He was a good dog, he didn't get in to anything and he loved the kids. Soon the end of week 2 came and no Grandma. No phone call to ask to drop him off or for her to come pick him up. We didn't think anything of it, she didn't have job to get back to so we assumed she hadn't gotten back yet and had decided to stay longer with the family. That wasn't the case, she had made it back and just assumed we would keep him. After week 4 rolled around I called my sister and asked if her mother-in-law was going to come get him. She sounded surprised and replied that she was told we wanted to keep him. I was taken aback and let her know that it was not the case and that no one had talked to us about keeping him aside from a joke made at drop off.
By Jamie Gonzalez5 years ago in Petlife
My Rescue.
The year is 2009, furthermore, I have finally gotten my life together. As much as a nineteen-year-old can think she has her life together. I started a new job that was paying me well enough to finally move out of my ex-boyfriend’s parent’s house. Yes, it was as awkward as it sounds. Now I lived with two girls, in a house, in a good part of town, and I thought my life was as good as it was going to get. Just another time in my life I turned out to be wrong. The girl that owned the house, Karla, was gifted two little black puppies and of course, I melted. Who doesn’t melt for puppies? Well, Karla told me she was keeping one for sure.
By Franchessica Hannawacker 5 years ago in Petlife
