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.

Milo Unleashed
My dog always hated me. I guess that's fair enough, because he's not my dog, not really. He's my Dad and stepmom's dog, a puppy they adopted and brought into their lives in a bid to replace the child they never had. They named him Milo, after the popular chocolate-malt beverage, and Milo was very, very spoiled.
By Alvin Ang4 years ago in Petlife
Charley, my girl
I don’t really know where to begin. It’s not easy with her. I could write and write and never stop, never bothering with sleep or a meal, just keeping at it the whole while, hammering away at this keyboard until my fingers transform into bloody nubs, talking about my girl without pause. Some memories are built within the confines of tight parameters, they sport distinct edges joining beginning to end, but with Charley, well, you can toss normalcy out the window and watch it float about the highway wind, adding yet another page to the slurry of personal histories us travelers deposit in our wake. The whole thing had been an adventure you see, every last biting droplet of life to be wrung from the rag. She was one of those once-in-a-lifetime affairs, and thus I fail to convince myself how a single day nor hour of her time here does not matter to it.
By Jake Writes From The Van4 years ago in Petlife
REX UNLEASHED
Ting Ting The sound of bells jingled by the front door. Ting Ting "Ugh" She thought to herself, as the sound of bells rang out again.
By Ravyn McKnight4 years ago in Petlife
TWILIGHT YEARS
Dear Isis, You are an elder as I am. I wonder if you would share your secrets of finding purpose after youth fades.
By The Angel of the Puppies4 years ago in Petlife
Finn
I grew up in a small town.Every Saturday growing up I would drive 30 minutes dow. gravel roads to a sheep farm for my violin lesson. Shep was the border collie that lived on the farm. He was smart. My teacher would talk to him like he was a person, and he seemed to understand ever word she said. Sometimes we would get to my lesson early and I would take Shep on a walk, and talk to him. I’d ask him if he liked his job, if he thought I should go away for the summer. We’d saunter through the trees, with me throwing his ball every 10 seconds. Shep was smart. We would head back to the house and he w would walk me in and sit by the piano for the duration of my lesson. Every once in a while he would let out a soft howling roooooo as I was playing. I always took it as a compliment.
By Jess Lefebvre4 years ago in Petlife
Grocery Puppy
We were hurrying to the car. It was winter and I was in 5th grade. My dad and I had just gotten groceries. The icy slush was cold as it clung to my worn tennis shoes. I wasn’t wearing socks, so my toes were starting to go numb. As we crossed the parking lot, trying to find the car, we heard it. Something was screaming and screeching in pain. Something wasn’t right. As we approached, it was apparent that whatever IT was, was in our car. My dad opened the hood and propped it. The sound was deafening. He stood there, unsure what to do. People were staring at us. It was dark outside and dark under the hood. But, I felt something inside me that said not to be scared. Without hesitation, I stuck my cold hands down under the car brains and pulled out a puppy. He was bloody from getting too close to the hot innards of the vehicle. He was shaking uncontrollably and didn’t have much energy left to put up a fight. Just like that, I was in love.
By Bri Dean4 years ago in Petlife
Nose to the ground
The elevator door opened. As I stepped out into the hallway, Dave had let go of the leash when a little black dog began running towards me from the end of the hall like a racehorse released from the gate. His long ears flapping up and down and tongue hanging out on one side. I stood still, not seeing any sign of slowing down, and positioned myself as a linebacker would. At that moment, I only knew one thing, I had fallen in love.
By MRH4 years ago in Petlife
An Beautiful Day Spent With my Pet Jack
Everyone should have a goal in life, because without a goal life is like a empty glass. My goal is to travel different places and enjoy nature's versatile beauty, no matter either with friends or travel alone, I always enjoy my every trip. Sometimes I enjoy travelling with my friends, sometimes with my family, some times with my pet dog named Jack. Today I'm going share one of my travelling story with Jack, my pet dog. This travelling memory I liked most, because it was a sudden planning and me and Jack enjoyed that day a lot.
By Rakhi Chand4 years ago in Petlife
What are the 10 most famous dog breeds?
All good canine types have a great deal of significance with the specific. The following top 10 canine types list we're having a look at all kinds of puppies from the small to the large. We're opting pets grounded on their station and ease of training as well as their cuddly and cute rudiments. But to be clear we love all types, now snare your leash.
By James Dravid4 years ago in Petlife
Life Unleashed with Trolley
Yes, his name is Trolley and no I did not name him that. He came with that name; he was found near the trolley in Tempe, Arizona. He was just one year old when I rescued him, a Cattle Dog and Pit mix. Oh, and he was missing a tooth. In other words, the cutest dog in the world! I was a senior at Arizona State University, living with my boyfriend at the time and he was against getting a dog since it’s a lot of responsibility with us still in school. But when I saw Trolley’s sweet face on the Phoenix humane society website, I called immediately to rescue him.
By Meghan Harrison4 years ago in Petlife
Francie
Francie This is a true story about a very exceptional and wonderful dog. About 15 years ago, my beautiful basset hound Sheba, who was 13 years old, died. I was so very sad and upset and distraught that I vowed never to have another dog, because I had loved her so much and her absence hurt me so much. Soon after, we found a very fierce, angry, ugly, sick puppy in our garden. She was about 6 months old. I was so afraid of her because she was quite aggressive, but I could see that she was suffering from a disease called mange. She was in a terrible state. She had a broken foot, which I imagine probably a car had run over, and had twisted her right leg which was not treated in time, so it stayed twisted. She was living in our garbage box and was extremely thin and dirty. So my sister and I tried to get the animal association of the location where we live to come and take her away. We called about 20 different private and government associations, without any luck. We truly thought that she needed to have some professional help to put her to sleep as she was suffering too much. I began praying to St. Francis of Assisi, the Patron Saint of animals. Then a boy, who was working for us as a gardener, started giving her food from the meals we would give him, and clean water, and began talking to her and being friendly, showing her some love and affection. But the dog did not allow him or anyone else to touch her. Little by little, she became less aggressive. After a few weeks the gardener boy was able to rub her all over with burnt car oil, which is a local remedy for mange and this caused all of her hair to start falling off. She looked like a little pig ! But soon she was cured and started being very friendly with us. Good food, love and attention worked! Her hair grew out and was a lovely orange-brown color. We decided to keep her and named her Francie, after the saint we had prayed to her about, as we felt that the prayers were working.
By Paulette Pagani4 years ago in Petlife
The one I needed.....
The day I thought would never come one time came. I remember growing up we used to beg my mother for a dog. Like LILTERALLY BEG…… and not just for a dog. For any type of pet. Well, anything other than a fish. That was the only pet we were allowed. My mother was an OCD neat freak on crack. Meaning the chances of us EVER getting a dog was slim. The chances on us ever getting a pet that didn’t belong in a cage was nonexistent. Not a hamster, not a bunny, not a cat…. Nothing!
By Carmen Black4 years ago in Petlife