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My Perfect Pupper
This is Reagan, or as we like to call her: Pupper, Reagy, Goober (and all its various forms), Boo Boo, Rae Rae, Muppet, Little One, and so many other names. We hardly ever call her Reagan. She's a 4-year-old, adorable beagle-collie-who knows what else mix. We still have no idea. She has the coloring of a beagle, and the size and face of a collie. The one thing we can't really figure out is what kind of dog she got her curly tail from. We decided that she was made in a lab from various parts of all different dogs. Whatever she is, she's certainly cute!
By Mary Molluso6 years ago in Petlife
A CAT TO REMEMBER
When I was a child we had a few cats, and despite loving them all as members of the family we weren’t keen on getting any more after they passed away naturally. It’s true that we shed a good few tears, though we still remained adamant that we would never get another cat. Unfortunately we had a cat who piddled on furniture in the house and another who was uncontrollably having litters of kitten constantly, of which were very hard to sell to loving homes. Both of those cats mentioned would also hunt wildlife and we often entered our house to see feathers all over the place!
By Rebecca Sharrock6 years ago in Petlife
The Yoda:
The Yoda: He Puts the Cat in CATitude By Laura Kodet In the summer of 2013, my niece, Morgan, was wandering around Staten island with her then boyfriend. They spied a scraggly gray kitten chilling in a backyard. Morgan scooped him up without hesitation. Her boyfriend was going to adopt him, but his house was having some work done on it, so my niece took the kitten home to her house in Yonkers, temporarily. Morgan took one look at this tiny kitty with his fleas, eye infection, large ears and very long-haired fuzzy body, and named him appropriately, Yoda. As luck would have it my sister had just adopted two crazy ferrets and I already had a cat, so Yoda stayed in Yonkers for a year. In a very early picture of him, he had a concerned, troubled look on his face. In the spring of 2014, my lovely little girl-cat Shansala died. After a grieving period, my sister asked me if I would take Yoda because a cat and two ferrets was too much. I wholeheartedly agreed.
By Laura Kodet6 years ago in Petlife
Us Pretty Brown Girls
Hospitals, Day care, playground and parks, these locations are all meant for the well-being and engagement of our children. Not just any children however, these children are special. You see these children bombard you at the door from a day’s work. They insist you rub their bellies when your hands are most occupied, and any meal you make, it’s no longer yours but ours. These are the children that go viral on social media at the mention of their names and the very children we avoid our social life with people for. Bottom line, you’re pets are family and basically just like you’re children. Now they can’t grow up and become Doctors, or Farmers, or lead a civil rights movement for justice, but boy do they put a smile on faces. Owning a pet is a great responsibility and caring for a malnourished pup will have you realizing how strong you really are when being strong is all they depend on. Here’s the story of when I found Cocoa Chanel deJesus.
By Domoniqe deJesus6 years ago in Petlife
Z
Z Year two of my overseas contract. I’m working at a private international baccalaureate school as an elementary counselor. It’s the dream of job of a lifetime of work in education. I’ve just moved from my first rather bland apartment on the 2nd floor in another building to the coolest 25 sq. meter, 5th floor loft, perched on a steep incline high above the neighborhood of Ortokoy in Istanbul Turkey. I have a precarious balcony that opens up onto the pink blue gray vistas of endless buildings sloping down to the water’s edge of the Bosphorous strait. It is a highly coveted one room studio that will be my abode for the next year.
By Connie Kimble6 years ago in Petlife
Pawprints
Fur. Feathers. Scales. Paws. Beaks. Claws. In the past 6 years of which I have been a Registered Veterinary Technician, I have experienced such a large number of the aforementioned types of animals I've lost count. All have crossed my path due to differing circumstances, whether it be their unfortunate ill health or their exciting first chapter with a new family. But each one was special.
By Brittany Bryks6 years ago in Petlife
pooch perfection
I guess I should start by telling you he’s not actually mine. It’s quite liberating to love something that doesn’t belong to you, as if it's your own, without the guilt or fear of being found out. You know, the sort of story line you’d expect on a soap or audience participated sitcom.
By Chelsea Branch6 years ago in Petlife
"Bella" Means Beautiful
My youngest sister Michelle is the *“Elly Mae Clampett” in my family in regards to connecting with animals – she has owned cats, dogs, rabbits, and currently is raising chickens and a rooster! Over the years, through her experiences, she has introduced me to the nuances of many different dog breeds that inhabit our world.
By Kathleen Thompson6 years ago in Petlife
Olive and Omens
My cat Olive adopted me the day my Dad passed away. I say she adopted me because she was a wild stray and great huntress. She did not have to seek me out for survival, yet she still chose me for companionship. Before Olive found me, I had an intuitive feeling that we were going to find each other. I was discussing my family situation with a friend when I declared, “when I go home, I will find an animal that needs my help.” I had never randomly found an animal at my parents house before, so I wasn’t entirely sure why I was making this declaration now. I packed up my bags in my one bedroom apartment in Toronto with a heavy feeling in the gut. I had to return to my hometown because my Dad was placed in palliative care the week prior. There was a small window of time left for his life after a lengthy battle with COPD. My dog Ruca, a 9 year old lab/German shepherd mix was watching me anxiously pack. I knew my anxiety was rubbing off on her, as she patiently watched me from her bed, curled up in a tight ball and gazing at me with an emphatic stare. Both my Dad and I were huge dog lovers and he taught me everything I knew about dog training, but he vehemently disliked cats. It wasn’t until living with roommates with cats, that I grew fond of felines. Even Ruca became very fond of her kitten friends and shattered the myth of dogs and cats' natural feud.
By Micheline Lalonde6 years ago in Petlife
