Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Petlife.

Anxiety in dogs
My dog is the light of my life. I’ve had him since the day he was born, and almost a year and a half later, I love watching him grow.
By Hannah York 5 years ago in Petlife
The Raven And The Old White Barn Owl
Even an old owl can be powerful. “Hoooo.... Hooo... Hoo.. Ho.” The raven heard the old feathery barn owl hooting and snoring, awoken in the early morning light by the noisy but gentle cooing.
By Keli Woods5 years ago in Petlife
The Porch Cat
The cat sits in the light of the moon and watches the street. He is careful, quiet, and orange; he is 68 in human years. He lives on a big covered porch on the side of an old brick house in a small river town. He has been here as long as he can remember. He can hear the barge skimming by late in the night and does not know what beast makes the sound, only that it is one of the many sounds carried up from the river.
By Suzanne Laine5 years ago in Petlife
Best Floor Tiles for Pet Owners
Thus you're interested in finding pet-friendly flooring... After all, it is such a joy to own pets around the home and they're able to give us so much love and pleasure. But in precisely the exact same time that it can be a struggle to keep your home clean: You will find the occasional accidents; unexpected (and usually undesirable )' presents' from the adoring cat; or even muddy paw prints and backyard debris the puppy that brings in following a frolic around the backyard. It is normal to be clearing up after them several times daily. So ideally you want a floor that's tough, durable and simple to keep making flooring tiles, for pet owners, the most ideal alternative.
By Jonty Benjo5 years ago in Petlife
CATS FOREVER
Are you also looking for a luxurious feline for yourself? In this article, we have listed the top 12 breeds of cats around the world that are the most expensive
By Dandelionclub5 years ago in Petlife
Wisey
As night falls, the darkness covers the land. During the dark of the night the residents of the town know they are safe when they hear the Hooting of their Owl friend in the far off distance. Crime is not very prominent but when it does come to rear it's ugly head; Wisey the Super Barn Owl comes out to play protecting his neighbors from the imminent dangers that be. On this particular cool evening all seemed well throughout the small town. The weather was cool, the crops were fresh and harvesting was upon them. Unfortunately, everyone got the memo.
By Leticia Cortes5 years ago in Petlife
Mixed Messages
Ollie awoke to a beautiful night in Brustleville. Tonight was a very special occasion, for he would finally graduate from the Messengers of Peace Academy. Ollie had invested the past fourteen of his sixteen years training to be a messenger owl. Ollie flew downstairs to find his mother cooking his favorite dish - sweet bread.
By Jennifer Weatherly5 years ago in Petlife
A NIGHT OWL
Good evening. My name is Barnabus. I am a barn owl. Yes, a barn owl named Barnabus. I didn't make the rules. Mine is a simple country life in a rural area in Texas. I live alone in my very own loft of a run down red barn vacated by farm animals long ago. I live off a road named Snowy Owl Lane, which is quite humorous since we live in Texas and there are no Snowy Owls in these parts. I have plenty of company should I want it both day and night. But the most interesting things happen at night. This is perfect since I happen to be nocturnal. Let me show you a glimpse into the life of a wise, old barn owl and the cast of characters on Snowy Owl Lane.
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Petlife
The Girl and the Owl
She was yearning for a friend. For a genuine connection with another soul. She never thought it would come in the form of a winged creature. One that awakens with the moon, with white feathers glistening like the stars of the night sky. This girl, a unique one she was. She connected so deeply to the natural world. She felt as though the trees could hear her, that the water understood her soul and that everything has a spirit. She wandered down the same trail every day, her feet would glide effortlessly through the darkened soil, as if she was floating through the forest or being carried by the winds. This place was a safe haven of hers, a place she could go to get away from the noise of the world and the shallow hearts that seemed to be held within everyone’s chests. She yearned for so much, but mostly for true soul connections, for magic and for beings that understood the mysteries of the world and the worlds beyond. This forest held a sacred energy. One that aligned with her soul and made her feel at home.
By Jessica B5 years ago in Petlife
The Barn Owl
Streaks of light beam from the horizon over a forest of deep green trees, the sun radiating the last of its’ warmth and brightest of its’ light for the day. Deep below the horizon and the canopy of branches and greenery, a six week old baby squirrel sits on the ground atop the soft soil and decaying foliage. Barely having opened its’ eyes for the first time two weeks earlier, the squirrel enjoys indulging its’ curiosity of the terrain outside of the nest for the first time. As the young squirrel looks around searching for anything that catches its’ attention, it hears the chirps of other squirrels sounding off from every direction throughout the forest. Suddenly something catches the little squirrels’ eye, a small piece of a broken acorn. Curious, the squirrel excitedly scampers over to it and pokes at it with its’ little paws. After a few moments, the squirrel picks it up and takes a tiny bite of the fibrous substance layering the inside. It happily emits a squeak after the first bight, never having tasted anything like it before yet somehow feeling as if it was an incredibly familiar flavor. The young squirrel gleefully begins nibbling at the remainder of the acorn.
By Chris Lora5 years ago in Petlife
Olivia's Story Part One
The haunting screech of the female barn owl had drawn Samantha outside. She watched as the heart faced owl swooped silently and swiftly out of the barn loft. Samantha couldn't help but smile as she watched the owl effortlessly glide over the meadow on the hunt for mice and other small rodents. She was so focused on the beautiful bird that she didn't realize her uncle and his girlfriend had pulled up beside the farm house until their raised voices frew her attention. Charlene screamed at her uncle, "I don't give a damn anymore! Flirt with whoever you want, dance with whoever you want to you drunk fool. I'm DONE dealing with your ass." "Get back here!" slurred her Uncle Lenny as he stumbled around the front end of his supped up fire engine red Ford F150 pick up truck. His feet got tripped up on each other as he was stumbling towards the house and he fell flat on his face. Samantha rushed forward to help him back up as Charlene just stood on the porch laughing at him. "Leave me alone," Lenny angrily slurred as he struggled to his feet. Charlene just turned on her heel and went into the house leaving Samantha to deal with the drunken mess that was her Uncle Lenny. She shook her head as she lifted her Uncle up by pulling him up by his left arm.
By Jamie Lynn Price5 years ago in Petlife
Non-Nocturnals
I can’t sleep. My eyes keep popping open every few seconds and the crickets won't stop crackling. The light of the moon is slowly breaking my slumber.
By Abster5 years ago in Petlife