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Brutus
Brutus hid behind a rock wall as he stalked his prey. The plants surrounding him were tropical and big. He had plenty of camouflage if he needed it. His prey turned their head towards him and he sprung into the dirt. There was a pond right beside him with koi fish inside. He thought to himself 'that was lucky. Don't want to get sick.' As a small dragon Brutus can catch a cold if he gets even the slightest bit chilly.
By Amber Fierce5 years ago in Petlife
You Can Train Your Cat (Almost) Like a Dog
My cat will never pull me out of an avalanche, rescue me from a burning building, or walk for miles just to be reunited with his family. He’s a bit selfish like that. Nevertheless, he can do some neat tricks, and that’s pretty amazing.
By Liesl Baumann5 years ago in Petlife
Bobby.
B E F O R E I wish we had met when you were younger. That way, we would have had more time together. Instead, I met you when you were already halfway through your life, and me, only a quarter of the way through mine. I had heard stories about you. About how much trouble you had caused when you were first brought home and how you chewed your way through every post on the veranda, so it had to be replaced with steel. Your stories used to make me laugh and wish that I had been there for those moments.
By Nita Cheung5 years ago in Petlife
Puppy Love
It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want to go out. Part of her really wanted to. Staying at home, looking after his dog, and finishing the last load of laundry were hardly high on her list of exciting things to do on a Saturday night. So, no. Not wanting to go out wasn’t the real issue.
By Crystal Chadwick King5 years ago in Petlife
From Felines to Foxes
Sylvia always seemed to have luck on her side. With auburn elbow length hair and eyes that never managed to stay one color, her innate luck fostered an unshakable confidence. Except when it came to romance—a subject for another story. Unbeknownst to her (as our psyche tends to forget that we are a soul in a body), Sylvia incarnated into this life to catalyze social change. It was an influence that came with an entourage of spiritual protection and some other added advantages . . . like luck. Were you assuming that luck is something that happens at random? I’ll let you in on a secret—luck is contracted before birth. When the contracts are signed legally (and not sold on the black market), they are signed in Lucknow, India—Luck’s Headquarters, and are allocated out based on merit and requirement. Divine Law grants a fixed amount of luck to the human population each year and the vetting process is thorough.
By Marnie O'Farrell 5 years ago in Petlife
Help The Animals
When Joseph was seven years old, he thought he could communicate with dragonflies. At the time there was a large brown dragon fly that would follow him to school almost every morning. Typically, dragonflies only live for six months, but to Joe it felt like that special insect was in his life for so much longer.
By Kristy Gowar5 years ago in Petlife
The richest dog in the world
I am not really the richest dog in the world, that was to get your attention. I am certainly not the late Gunther the Third, may he fetch forever in the prairies of heaven, the German shepherd who got 65 million from his human when she passed away. And not even one of those Oprah Winfrey's canines who are poised to inherit a $30 million trust fund when the time comes. In my case, it’s just $20,000.
By Serafina Spedetti5 years ago in Petlife
Walking With Marvin
“Marvin get back here“. Storms were typical when you lived on the Atlantic, but the last winter storm was more damaging than most. As kids they were warned to stay away from the coastline all together, but Ava Millerton could never resist walking the ocean floor, neither could Marvin.
By Kelsie Young5 years ago in Petlife
It's Piggy Time
My brain won’t shut off. It feels like a thousand thoughts are on their own rollercoaster ride throughout my head. I read about meditation, but I can’t do it. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to shut it off. How am I supposed to think about nothing? If I close my eyes and think about nothing, and I see nothing, then I start to wonder what nothing is. Is nothing something? I see a sea of black when I close my eyes, so that is something. If I were to see nothing, what would that look like? That is just a little insight into how my brain works.
By Angie Gorr5 years ago in Petlife
It Happened...
One day, there was a dog – a little Shih Tzu with a name only he knew – strolling along a naked ravine unquenched by the summer drought. At the end of the ravine, embedded in moss-covered concrete slabs, there sat a drainage pipe rusted orange. Woof-woof, thought the dog, panting out the scalding mid-afternoon day. Perhaps he was excited to watch the turtledoves drink from what little the ravine had left to give. He padded towards the potential companions, his tail dancing back and forth as his floppy brown ears flapped in the breeze. But these were not the friends he sought, for as he moved upon them, the turtledoves screeched out and up towards the burning ball in the sky. He then lowered his head and busied himself by sniffing along the concrete to play off his embarrassment at the stark display of rejection.
By Sean Cavanagh-Voss5 years ago in Petlife
