dog
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 Untold Story
by kimberli wong Ming Mei was my childhood Rottweiler; we got her the summer before my senior year in high school as a puppy. We got her with me knowing that I would only have one full year to spend with her before I went off to college. Even at seventeen, it’s hard to understand what that means. I’d never had a dog, so I didn’t know how much they can love you, and how every moment with them is a precious opportunity to create a memory that will stay with you forever. How you are raising a life, and how that life becomes a part of you. A dog is a member of the family.
By Kimberli Alisa Wong4 years ago in Petlife
My Lord Freyr By: Danyel Fields
I was 32 years old when I picked out Lord Freyr from a litter of puppies of my sister's American Eskimo which was bred with a American Eskimo/ Chihuahua mix. Out of six puppies he was the one that warmed up to me first and would listen to me over any of her other dogs. This is what started building the bond he and I had.
By Danyel Fields4 years ago in Petlife
Not Just A Day
My parents hated dogs. Probably about as much as they hated happiness. That's not to say that I had never had a dog. There had been times over the years of my childhood that something came over them, and they indulged. I know my first dog's name was Socks, but I remember neither what he looked like, nor what became of him. There were two sibling puppies one time-Sandy & Randy. The story there is the same. No real recollection- just names to something I know had existed. There was Blizzard, the Great Pyrenees with whom they were obsessed with because of his massive size and gentle temperament. He eventually got the mange, and I was told he just wandered away, although looking back now, I doubt that was the case. Then came Lila. They were all about getting this dog. Encouraging, talking it up. "Border Collies are so smart." "She will be a good dog." They liked that I had picked the name, "Delilah," as that was a "Biblical Name," and for whatever twisted reason, that carried some sense of importance and meaning to them. My last memory of Lila is of her being forced to wear a dead, rotting cat tied around her neck-my cat, Geoffrey- for weeks, because he had been killed, and she kept dragging him into the yard. So this was my father's solution. Pets were never around long enough to get very attached to. That is, until I was 16 years old, and a gift from my boyfriend became my closest friend who kept me through the darkest days & a cornerstone for my transition to adulthood.
By Raquel Yarbrough4 years ago in Petlife
Wading
Before my father was born, his older brother, just barely old enough to walk, toddled down a fishing dock and fell into a cold Wisconsin lake. My mother’s baby big brother also toddled and tumbled, falling into a blood-warm Floridian blackwater river. My father’s family had a collie-dog named Angus who, like something straight out of a Lassie episode, went streaking into the lake and heroically dragged the child to safety. Little Uncle Tim coughed and gasped, and was once again embraced by the protective boundaries of solid land. My mother’s family, though, had a cat. Uncle Denny drowned.
By Chris Hansen4 years ago in Petlife
Little legs, big hearts
Six inches is all that separates Cadogan and Carson—pembroke welsh corgis—from the ground beneath them, but when out in nature, they will trundle along any path before them, sometimes with extreme difficulty, but always just as doggedly as pooches three times their size. Felled trunks blocking the way? No problem. Sometimes, their small stature is even an advantage, allowing them to find paths through which their bigger brethren cannot follow.
By Zach Leathers4 years ago in Petlife
Lucci' Unleashed
Lucci’ Unleashed Lucci’ Ano’ Barker is a 4-year-old Maltese Mix. Some people have said he looks like a Maltipoo, and others have said Maltese/Dachshund. Nevertheless, he has a way of reaching into your eyes and capturing your soul. But, at least for me, when I saw him, it was love at first sight from the first day. Although my words said NO, he is going back, my actions said, “look at my new little boy.”
By Shaun Gaston 4 years ago in Petlife
My Family - My Dog
Growing up in a small town in the middle of the MidWest of Canada, was interesting. Let's say that.....7 liquor stores and 7 churches. Everyone watched the same Soap Opera's and shopped at the same clothing stores; Mondetta, Club Monaco and Guess. I didn't follow the trend. I wasn't the type to follow the "crowd"...they always seemed to have their own personal agenda to push when you did become friends with them. I didn't really mesh with anyone, I thought a lot of it was real so I stayed focused on my life and my gifts and talents.
By Avril Doucette4 years ago in Petlife
Beast McBeast
I met the love of my life when I was nineteen years old. She was shy, loved the outdoors, and was obsessed with food. She loved people but hated cats, dogs, and anything else that moved on four legs. She was a snob about cheese and only ate imported cheese from Europe, leaving the plastic-wrapped American cheddar on the floor. She loved to sleep. The mere mention of the word "walk" would make her ears perk, and she'd immediately communicate, "yes, I'm ready, are YOU?!". Nahla had not one but three dog collars, depending on her mood and the occasion at hand.
By Katelyn Finnegan4 years ago in Petlife
For Jackson
“We do not need a damn dog!” I exclaimed for what seems like the thousandth time. This conversation had been a topic of my wife’s for awhile, and I understand. Our youngest was scared of dogs, even little ones, since she was barely walking. But getting tackled by a Great Dane and a Saint Bernard tends to be traumatic to a toddler. So if we got a dog, a small dog, maybe daily exposure would help with her fear.
By Mike Gingrich4 years ago in Petlife
