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RATS: Why They Are Awesome and Why Stereotypes About Them Are Wrong
For those of you who are eagle eyed you may have noticed that my avatar image is a picture of rattus rattus; AKA the common rat. It is, in fact, a photo of some of my own rats altered through a pop art filter. I chose the picture because I. Love. Rats. There, I said it. Now I’m sure most of you will cringe as your mind conjures imagery of disgusting giant sewer rats terrorising family homes and dragging babies from their cribs. Whilst that really is a thing (yes, really!), I am not talking about feral street rats, I am talking about domesticated pet rats or ‘fancy’ rats.
By Joshua Johns5 years ago in Petlife
Karen, My Story
Ok, so the image may be misleading, but trust me, its got everything to do with this story. So this took place about a year ago when I was just walking my dogs. I had 4 dogs with me, Tank, Gambler, Bourbon, and Jet. Tank is a huge 200 pound tank of a Pitbull, he is 100% muscle and was about 8 years old. Gambler is a Staffordshire Lab mix and was 1/2 of a year old at the time, and still looked like a puppy. Jet was about 2 months old and is an insane Rottwiler. Bourbon is currently 15 years old and a mix of so many different breeds we couldn't bother trying to figure out what he is. So we're just walking around the park near us when a lady and her tiny little dog come out of nowhere. Tank and Bourbon are well trained and well behaved, so they just kept walking, but gambler and jet went crazy, barking and sniffing and rolling over. I ushered them on and the lady yanked her dog back and we engaged in the following conversation.
By Juda Thomas5 years ago in Petlife
Dog Joint Problems - 5 Ways You Can Help Your Dog!
We want nothing more for our dogs than for them to be fit, safe, and content. That is why it is especially heart-wrenching to see when our puppies feel joint discomfort. Although there appears to be nothing we can do to support, in truth, there is a little you can do to relieve the pain!
By Thomas Wright5 years ago in Petlife
5 Ways You May Be Making Your Dog More Aggressive Without Realizing
Canine companions have become an integral part of many families. With the joy dogs can bring into our lives, it is easy to forget that they can also be potentially dangerous. If your dog is displaying aggressive behaviors, it is time to take a close look at its environment. If you don’t fully understand your dog’s needs, you may inadvertently be treating your dog in ways that are causing its aggression.
By Brandi Ivy5 years ago in Petlife
Is a Monkey a Valid Choice For a Pet?
Pet monkeys presently are truly building a major viral buzz in the Pet segment. The primary reason for this is often gorgeous obvious just because amazing animals are really satisfying to use because of their unique and adorable traits. If you want to be different from everybody else in your neighborhood when it comes to Pets, then exotic animals will be your best choice.
By monkeys world5 years ago in Petlife
Just a Dog
My father is the reason I love dogs so much. Well, perhaps not the only reason, but a huge contributing factor. We had several dogs as I grew up, and some of them were mine, but others were definitely my fathers. We didn’t always have dogs growing up, but the ones we had very memorable for different reasons. Two of the most memorable were his, one was his protector, the other was something else. I think the two that my father owned that had the largest impact on my life were these two. But there was another one that I barely remember, but I still somehow loved it. That dog had a profound effect on me as well and colored how I would see the animals. His name was Wilbur.
By Frank Shaw5 years ago in Petlife
The Mountain
The Mountain and excerpt from "A Dog Named Fire" The newspaper headline glared up at him from the table. He didn’t need to read it; he already knew what it said. He didn’t need anyone to tell him. It was the same routine each time, always erred in the beginning. The right people had to be told, information had to be confirmed. You couldn’t go around telling people news without following procedure. Procedure took time, not as long as most The newspaper headline glared up at him from the table. He didn’t need to read it; he already knew what it said. He didn’t need anyone to tell him. It was the same routine each time, always erred in the beginning. The right people had to be told, information had to be confirmed. You couldn’t go around telling people news without following procedure. Procedure took time, not as long as most peo-ple thought, but time nevertheless. Sometimes it was minutes, sometimes a couple of hours, it all depended on circumstances. The rest was a polite courtesy, a small window of time before it became too real.
By G MacDonald5 years ago in Petlife
A Horse Named Fire
My skin tells a story. Scars, flaws, and tattoos mark out the highs and lows of my life in a web of art and pain. Ask me about the two inch scar on my thigh and I’ll tell you about a dog on Easter Sunday when I was eight. Ask about the line at the base of my left thumb and I’ll tell you about my favorite mug - still missed - and how it left me with a permanent reminder of its breaking. But, of all the tales I could tell, there is one that marks out the steps taken between the child I used to be and the woman I became.
By Kaiya Hart5 years ago in Petlife
Even Animals have Bad Days
After yesterday’s soap opera of “ Tired of all My Kids” adding to how stressful kids can be at times... We have 4 cats, along with 4 children they’re indoor outdoor cats. We had made arrangements for spaying them to find out the 2 youngest were already pregnant, so we didn’t abort. ( Please don’t say the animals are over populated, cause at this point humans are over populated especially the perfect ones) Anyway, Easter Sunday the one jumped in a box and had 5 babies, she’s the perfect Mommy. Feeds her babies, only leaves them to eat or use the litter box etc. A couple days later her sister had 6 babies, leaving my house with 15 cats, a dog, 4 kids and a husband. The one with 5 went outside for the first time yesterday for maybe 10 mins. The one with 6, gave birth stayed perfect for two days, on the 3rd day she woke me at 4am screaming outside my bedroom, I jumped up as I do for my 6 yr olds nightmares. She glared at me, screaming, I thought oh no, somethings wrong so I picked her up and went to her babies, sound asleep in a ball. I put her back with them, she jumped out screaming. It’s 4am, I don’t have the brain capacity to talk to her about manners and respecting social distancing. She’s following me screaming, What, what’s the issue?!?! She jumps in the window clawing, scratching to go out. Ok, what’s an hour away from 6 kids climbing all over you, sucking the life out of you... ok, go ahead. I wake up she comes back in, the babies attack her, she starts screaming, they all settle down, finally. Now my husbands awake, the kids are already arguing, it’s not even 9am. Momma cat jumps out of her bed, runs to the door, when I opened the door she makes a mad dash to the neighbors back yard and hides. This happened 3-4 days in a row. Yesterday while I’m laughing at grown women and fighting for my own sanity, she darts out the door, runs out sits at the end of the driveway, I’m assuming after staying in that spot for 45 mins she’s waiting on Uber to get her away from her 6 screaming kids for awhile. She paced that area for nearly a hour and a half. Finally, I got tired of her kids screaming,mine screaming I went to the door and watched her and thought, that’s what she’s doing, she is so tired of her kids, probably my kids for waking hers, and the noise in this house! I was considering going out and pacing with her cause the fighting over a green water gun or blue, mom I need a phone all my friends at 10 have them. I opened the door, yelled for her to get back in here. She takes off to the neighbors and goes in the back flow pipe. I thought for a second, wonder if I can find a sewer pipe to hide in?!?! 2hrs later I said Candy, get your ass out of the pipe and come feed your kids. She moped her ass out of the pipe, walked at a snails pace, I yelled get your ass moving if I gotta be in here listening to all this shit, you’re gonna do it to. She literally walked up on the porch, looks up at me in the door and did that talking scream, like bitch I needed a f***ing moment of peace and quiet, but went over fed her babies and decided to get up and go to her own corner of her box. One baby woke up and started creeping towards her and since their eyes aren’t open yet, she’s playing Marco Polo. Today, repeat, this time I’m thinking of going with her.
By Jamie Lynn5 years ago in Petlife
The Real Queens of Wakanda VII: Into the Unknown
In our latest Queens of Wakanda entry that is in honor of Hispanic Heritage Month, we get to know a marine mammal trainer who is currently based at the Miami Seaquarium in Key Biscayne, Florida. Lauren Beltran’s journey is truly one that involved her traveling “into the unknown”.
By Jenna Deedy5 years ago in Petlife
A Dogs Love
March 16, 2015. This day changed my life forever when an 8 week old, chunky little mutt came into my life. Let’s backtrack a little. This day was my friend's birthday and when I asked what she wanted for her birthday, she said “to get you a puppy!”. My 19th birthday was a couple weeks before and I had been searching for a puppy. I could never find a dog I loved and felt like it just was not the right time for a puppy. Life had other plans. I went and visited my friend for her birthday and her mom found one boy puppy in the classifieds. Him, his siblings (all sisters) and his mom were thrown from a truck onto a highway and this woman and her husband rescued them. They were able to keep the mom and took the mom and puppies to the vet. They kept the puppies until they hit about 7 weeks. Ruger was the last puppy because nobody wanted a boy puppy. I am so glad that I was the one to get him. I took him to my friends house and they watched him while I got toys, food, a blanket, bowls, etc. Then I drove the 90 miles home and introduced my little boy to everyone and decided on his name, Ruger. This is the story of me thinking that I rescued Ruger when he actually rescued me.
By Sara Caramella5 years ago in Petlife
