adoption
Our guide to animal adoption; learn why, where, and how to prepare to adopt a cat, kitten, dog or puppy from an animal shelter or rescue group.
An Unusual Unexpected Surprise
My daughter Emma received a message about an adoption approval. She and her fiancé Craig searched an online rescue and found Turbo. His black silky coat covered most of his body. A broad white stripe filled his chest. The caption said he was eight weeks old and a Border Collie/Lab mix. An animal rescue team found this pup on the streets of Texas. He shared a box with a litter of abandon puppies.
By Jim R Hughes5 years ago in Petlife
Betty Boop
Betty Boop was living by a dumpster with some mangy looking pit bulls when my niece Shannie found her. The big dogs ate everything before she could even get a bite. She was starving. You could see all her ribs and every bone of her spine. She could have been in a TV commercial raising money to save animals from abuse with her little skinny little skeleton body. I wish I had taken a picture. I didn't know I would be writing this, or I would have.
By Gayle Michaels5 years ago in Petlife
Shy Kora
Cold mornings are good mornings to explore the woods – nothing is biting or stinging, and the air is so crisp that I can smell and hear everything. I lift my head and taste the scent of dogs and horses and alphas. Some of the horses and alphas are familiar, but their scent is coming from ahead when it should be at the stables behind. Curious, I follow my nose to a large clearing that is full of noisy animals. The anticipation in the air is contagious and I express it in my speed.
By Karin Kaltofen5 years ago in Petlife
My Name is Vinnie
I came into the world most likely as any typical stray cat. And to make my beginnings a little more non auspicious, I was born under a house in a mobile home park. But my very first glimpse of a human, was beautiful. The lady whose house I presumed my siblings and I were born under, was beautiful. She had the prettiest blonde hair, and blue eyes with wisdom I had ever seen. And being a newborn, I hadn't seen much. She brought us and our mother into her house, and make us a nice soft bed to sleep. It was here I spent the first few weeks of my life.
By jackie yamada5 years ago in Petlife
Red, White, and Fur
“Is the wine okay?” The words wafted over my brain without much effect. I kept staring into the blonde contents of the glass, zoning out to the shimmer of refraction. My few actively firing synapses were prodding my brain with the question of what the hell I was doing in this upscale bar, and at this hour, and on a Tuesday, no less. My eyes drifted up from the glass to the person across from me.
By Cait Mikkelsen5 years ago in Petlife
Strange Bedfellows
The first time, it was an accident. Since my early teens, my primary goal of adulthood was to have and support a dog of my own. I had grown up around dogs and proud, self-proclaimed Dog People. My uncles were hunters who kept un-neutered, outdoorsy labradors, who we considered “a bit excitable” when they humped my grandma’s antique furniture and laid waste to the yearly Christmas tree with one wag of the tail. My parents, on the other hand, were partial to softer, fluffier English labradors with champion bloodlines and delicate constitutions. Despite their differences, every one of these boys (and yes, they were all boys) cracked 90 pounds and behaved like the doggiest dogs who ever dogged. Smaller dogs with less doggish dispositions were considered inferior, while anything more petite than a 40-pound spaniel was considered an absolute rodent.
By Cait Mikkelsen5 years ago in Petlife
The paws that saved me
When you’re born and raised in a third world country, you start believing there’s some sort of rule or something, like for example “YOU HAVE TO GET THE HOUSE FULL OF PETS” nobody really knows where they come from, some are found in the streets and some just kind of show up.
By Raquel Soriano5 years ago in Petlife
