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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.
The Healing Star
My life was barren, devoid of any hope of a brighter day. I had moved to a boring town and resided in a drab, impersonal house. My days consisted of arising at the crack of dawn, drinking a lonely cup of coffee, and going to my depressing job that offered limited monetary rewards and no intrinsic ones.
By Karen Leidy4 years ago in Petlife
Profoundly and perfectly.
You know, it’s much harder than you might think, choosing just one memory with your dog to expound upon. I’m sitting here in my homemade home office, trying to decide on which adventure with Aspen to delve into. Aspen is my now 2 year old blue heeler, border collie cross (a border heeler, if you will). She is just a little thing, about as tall as my knee is high, with smooth grey and white mottled fur, tonnes of freckles, brown socks, and a perfect black oval and black triangle (and black splotch) on her side and back. Yes, she is just a little thing, but she takes up all of the space in my day, in my mind, in my heart.
By Bevin Campbell4 years ago in Petlife
Roll-on Tears
I couldn’t get my key to turn in the deadbolt of my apartment, which was just par for the course of the kind of day I was having. I was already feeling guilty for calling it quits an hour early, and all I could think about was this was some kind of sign that I should just turn around and go back to work. My decision was made for me at the last possible moment, when the lock turned, and before I knew it, I was already halfway through the door. I was hot, and sweaty, my hair was soaked, my clothes were stuck to my skin, and about as miserable as you could be. The air was off during the day to save a dime, so my apartment was like a sauna, and smelled like someone started a gym in a speak-easy. “What else?,” I said in my out loud voice to the air you could feel on your face. “You know what?” I answered back, “I just don’t care.” There was nothing else that could go wrong with my day, at that moment.
By Happy Craig4 years ago in Petlife
Life unleashed in the wilderness
The Sierra Nevada are a rugged mountain range in California and Nevada of granite spires, high-altitude meadows, tumbling creeks, and ice cold lakes. In other words, it’s wilderness paradise, especially for backpackers like myself who like unplugging from society and roughing it for a few days.
By Scott Kelley4 years ago in Petlife
The Hotel Incident
You disreputable assmongle! How on earth can one dog get so FILTHY? I finally managed to get 4 year old Seughie to focus for a few seconds to get him out of the Harbor at Talbert, Scotland. He was head to toe covered in fetid, black, sticky, decomposing sea filth, and surface oil. I had driven to this spot to give Seughie a "hoof." My term for taking him out and trying to exhaust him several times a day. We had been on the road for most of the day and he had more energy than usual. Now I needed to find some form of clean water source to get him somewhat respectable before we go back to the hotel... which had white everything. Sheets, carpet, towels, everything!
By Lady Karina Benish4 years ago in Petlife
Leaving Our Mark
Our little Kenai came to us, the runt of the litter, a mere two pounds some odd ounces, the one least likely to survive, the one with the least expectation to thrive. But, survive and thrive he did, for our little Kenia has grown not just in size, but also in experience. He has become king over his parents and siblings, that is in terms of claimed territory. For you see our little one has marked his way throughout our nation and across Canada as well. From the day we received our mighty warrior he has been a great and amazing traveling companion, exploring and marking up areas as his own throughout several Canadian provinces and thus far 26 of our US states.
By Viltinga Rasytoja4 years ago in Petlife
HOW WE MET ROSCOE
It was two days before Christmas, my daughter and I left work early that day so we could finish our Christmas shopping, our main focus was to find a puppy for dad. Well for all of us really, but dad was in recovery from a broken arm. We made out way to a couple of stores bought a few things and headed to the shelter, ready to adopt. One shelter down no luck we wanted a puppy or maybe even a one-year-old, nothing older, a well-tempered easy-going dog, one who would bond with us. A 10-week old puppy would have been perfect but if you want a specific breed it usually costs more. We checked out a puppy place in town only to find out the owners had been forced to close due to shady business practices, so no puppy here. On we went to another shelter, where we found a possibility, a black Lab mix only 9 months old, I was ready to visit with her and find out if we were meant for each other, but as we went to ask about her she was taken away to her visit with her possible new family.
By Claudia Rodriguez4 years ago in Petlife
