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.
Duchess of Basset Hound
The year was 1974. The boy in the plaid pants is me and that is my first dog named Duchess. This picture was probably taken weeks before the storm that took out the doghouse behind us which was built by my father. Unfortunately for Duchess she was in said doghouse when the willow tree fell on it causing her to break her leg. It was a quick moving electrical storm and before I could bring Duchess inside our large willow tree was struck by lightning and fell onto her house which I'm sure she believed would protect her. I managed to get her out and inside and then to the veterinarian, with the help of my dad, but you could tell she was pretty shaken up. I was only six years old at the time and Duchess was almost twice my age at eleven. That's 77 in dog years. The trauma she experienced did not change the relationship between a boy and his dog, but it did change Duchess. We continued playing with tennis balls although she was much slower now after recovery and she was getting significantly older. The size of the willow tree was daunting, and Duchess was very lucky to escape with just a broken rear leg and I was very grateful to still have my childhood friend.
By robert rowe4 years ago in Petlife
The Wilderness Spot
I once had a dog named Juneau. He was a husky malamute mix, he was opinionated, endlessly energetic, a great conversationalist and he was my best friend. Many, many days Juneau and I went out to wander, walking through the different neighborhoods we would live in the fifteen years we shared together. One of our favorite places to go was a place I called the wilderness spot.
By Jocelyn Joy Thomas4 years ago in Petlife
Life Unleashed
At the end of a beautiful summer day I received as a gift from my friend a small ball of fur painted with white and a wonderful shade of orange. It was like a fluffy cloud caressed by the rays of the scorching sun. I named that little wonder Ares, like the well-known god of war in Greek mythology. Besides the fact that I always had a fascination with Greek mythologies, my little friend was a real warrior. He wrapped his sharp teeth in everything he caught, he barked all day long and if you tried to get close to his food you risked unleashing chaos. The first few months were a little harder, but along the way he replaced the bite with kisses and barking with a look that melted your heart. The only thing unchanged was the aggressive reaction he had when someone was trying to get close to his food, but I loved him anyway. For me it was perfect, no matter what.
By Ioana Stefania4 years ago in Petlife
She tethers me
We hold paws under the desk while I write these words. Her warm fur comforting against my bare skin, feeling her gentle breathing..in out..in out. Her eyes are closed and she is exuding calmness and peace. She brings down my heart rate simply through the lightest touch of our bodies. She centres me and brings me calm. It washes over me, gently, warmly. I feel safe, unconditionally loved. I know that this peace only lasts just so long , as anything in life does. At some stage she will wake and stretch, her gentle eyes will get that cheeky gleam and she will shake off her nap and be ready for some mischief.
By kylie bright4 years ago in Petlife
What I'm Here For
She was missing fur. This little border terrier/dachshund mix. She was shaky, barky, and stinky. In fact, any unpleasant adjective you can think of, it probably applied to this dog the first time I saw her. I didn’t want to keep her. She was only half potty trained and had real trust issues. She hid from me. She barked at me. She peed on my carpet. For the first few days my wife and I had her, I called her Little Asshole… I thought, the sooner we found her owner, the better. The only thing she didn’t do (that pest of a dog would do) was shed.
By Garrison Schmidt4 years ago in Petlife
Twelve
I “Why is everybody moving so much around me? And why I am just lying there in the middle? I want to play the same game too! But they are not calling me; they are just looking at me with the same face they do whenever I do something they don’t like and they keep touching me all over my body. I don’t like that a bit. I prefer the other face, the one they do when we are out in the fresh, running behind each other. I like that a lot.
By Alex Torres4 years ago in Petlife
Lightening Strikes
"There he goes." "SKIPPYYYYY!" He got away again. Our little black and tan dog just leapt over the fence and into the alley and then onto his own adventures. The sun was hot on my skin as I had also tried to leap across the backyard. I already knew it was in vain and heaved in a sigh at the little dog, long gone.
By Yvette McDermott4 years ago in Petlife
Having a dog has only advantages. No disadvantages ...
Who wouldn't have any desire to awaken to a shaggy smaller guy shooting about the house with the tail swaying in fervor? Assuming you don't have a shaggy companion making you insane yet, here are a few valid justifications why you should claim a canine.
By Mariusz Wójcik4 years ago in Petlife
