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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.
Quiet Mornings With the Boys
Most dog parents can appreciate that our dogs live little lives full of privately observed and loved moments that the outside world would fail to appreciate. Our dogs have quirks and mannerisms that we come to know and understand with a warm appreciation that only love brings. I would argue that this is where the magic of love is found: the day to day mundane and unspoken moments.
By Tiffany Morgan3 years ago in Petlife
A Girl's Best Friend
Can a dog save your life? The answer is one trillion times yes. No, I wasn’t in real danger. I wasn’t suicidal or having a medical need, though dogs can certainly help with both of those. I was just existing. Boring. Lonely. There. Going through the motions of life and hoping for a miracle.
By Meghan Thew3 years ago in Petlife
Where the Path Ends . Runner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge.
The big oak tree marks a half mile from our house. To get to it you must pass our neighbors house with their barking dogs and wandering sheep that have a tendency to escape here and there. The road is potholed and muddy every time the seasons change. The holes in the gravel create small lakes changing our walks navigation after it rains. We are surrounded by farm fields outlining the path to the tree. In the summer the fields are drawn by the sun creating a scenic dream. Leading to a path where the creek meets the fields end. To my mom and I, this walk was a time to recalibrate, or something we had to do so you would get your exercise. However, to you this walk was your lifeline and to you this path is what we remember you by.
By Rilee Arey3 years ago in Petlife
My Goose Caboose
I remember the evening she came into this world. My father's dog was heavily pregnant and had been pacing and panting for most of the afternoon. We knew she was going to have her puppies soon, though we hadn't expected her to start having them right on my younger sister's lap. The eight year old had been running her hand through the course black fur of the shepherd/lab mutt, when suddenly a mortified look crossed her face; “She peed on me!” Was the screech of indignation. But when Tally stood up, rather than a puddle of pee, there was a small squirming mass still in its birthing sac. A thick boy that would fondly be named Fat Cheese (a name that his future owners would thankfully change). The rest of the evening was a blurred memory of excitement, and by morning our house had twelve new lives in it; eight males and four females.
By Tianna Steinman3 years ago in Petlife
