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It's no coincidence that a dog is a man's best friend; they're more faithful than most other animals, and more faithful than many people.
To my dearest human
Hey, it's me, Betty. You're not surprised that I'm speaking human language, are you? You know that I understand every single word of yours. I've watched you and listened to you ever since I came to your home some 13 years ago. I still remember how scary it was when they separated me from my mum and my siblings. Yet, I was ready to explore the big world. I was the tiniest of us, so I had to learn how to outsmart them. This turned out useful later.
By Neurodivergent_ai3 years ago in Petlife
Walking Ms. Julia
And they called it Puppy Love WALKING Ms. JULIA I watched Ms. Julia from my living room window taking her afternoon walk. Rain or shine, umbrella or not you could always count on Ms. Julia taking her walk. But lately, my neighbors including myself, noticed that she had stopped speaking, or even waving, to us as she continued on her way. Ms. Julia plodded on with head and shoulders drooping and her eyes steadfastly watching the slits in the sidewalk that divided the gray concrete squares. Every day she had noticeably and progressively begun to walk like a preoccupied zombie.
By Eladio Del Castillo3 years ago in Petlife
A Love Letter
Dear Cricket, The year 2006 had been a rough one. It started with the death of my grandmother, finding out I had a tumor (non-cancerous) in my brain that messed with my body, totaling my car, and breaking my back off of a very large horse. This was all capped off in November by having to put down the dog and best friend I had grown up with for 17 years: Brandy girl. My life had become a sad country song. A broken back, a broken spirit, a broken heart- these were all words that described me the day I met you.
By Stacey Mock3 years ago in Petlife
For the Love of a Hound
They say you don’t get the hound you want; you get the hound you need. There is no statement more valid than that to describe my Dazey. When my eldest left for college, our family dog died. Max was a great big lab chow mix and his absence, along with the absence of my eldest son was too much for my heart to bear. I adopted a dog about three months later. That was Ally. My youngest son and husband felt it was too soon, so she was my full responsibility. It didn’t matter, she still bonded with my husband more than me. I fed, watered, walked, and groomed that dog, but it was my husband she showered with affection. I had always had labs, but Ally was a bluetick hound/ lab mix. Her personality was not that of a lab, so I just assumed what I was seeing was hound traits, and I was in love with that.
By Maggie Lucas3 years ago in Petlife
A Good Bad Dog
I was phobic of dogs for more than 20 years. I would cross the street when I saw a dog coming. I would have silent, frozen panic attacks if a dog approached me. I would hide in cars until friends put their dogs away, and the thought of a beach, a park or a path would be tainted with the fear of encountering someone walking a dog. I once bodily threw a coworker towards a car with a dog sticking out of the window, using her as a human shield when he startled me.
By Regina Grimm3 years ago in Petlife
