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.
Brindle Boxer
My cousin needed a home for his dog. I volunteered to take care of her. She was six years old already. She was well trained very happy very loving. This was the smartest animal I had ever met. I was often astonished by her understanding of the English language. Anything I said to this dog she would do. My brother was visiting once and we got into a fight. As we were scuffling my dog came up and bit me. I didn’t understand why she bit me and not him. Another time I was in an argument with a friend of mine and again she bit me. Somebody said that they thought she was doing it because she didn’t want me acting in such a way. I decided to take steps and not put myself in argumentative or physical altercations. Then my beautiful boxer dog was the happiest dog I’ve ever seen.She would run in my front yard and leap over the sidewalk. During the leap she would do a total 360. I just thought this was so adorable she never wasn’t adorable. She had a bunch of toys as in dog toys. Out of all her toys she played with zero of them. There was a 2 inch long mini mouse stuffed animal. This was her toy she would throw it up in the air and catch it in her mouth then jump over the sidewalk doing a 360. She would take the mini mouse to her bed and put it under her blanket so no one could find it. She had this small stuffed toy The entire time I had her. My cousin later told me that as a puppy she would chew up all the stuffed animals of his kids. Then at about two years old she started dragging the stuffed animals to her bed. She would bark at people growl at people and not let them anywhere near her bed or the stuffed animals. He explained that she started lactating. And they had to have her spayed in order to get the aggression to stop. The vet explained that she was lactating and showing the aggression because she was under the impression that these stuffed animals were her children.Once she was fixed the situation was fixed as well. I would walk with my dog with no leash. We would come to an intersection which was a Highway and as we would approach the intersection I would simply say “Whoa doggy” Even the first time I said this she stopped in her tracks looked up at me and waited. When it was time to proceed and continue walking I would say “Get along little doggie” she would look up at me jump in the air then proceed to takeoff running across the street. This animal always seemed to be smiling. And when I had my pet boxer I was Surely always smiling. I moved to a small town 12 miles north of my hometown. When I did this Mia moved with me. After about nine months of being in this town my dog began to have seizures. This went on for three months. Then finally she had a seizure that messed her up. She no longer was able to get up and use the restroom normally and would not eat. I took her to the vet and the vet informed me that she had developed tumors in her frontal lobe. I personally blame the small towns water supply due to a huge amount of alkaloids in the water. Either way I miss my dog every single day.
By David Sandoval4 years ago in Petlife
Kujo
Kujo, the beagle. The first time I saw him, I knew he was the one I wanted. He needed me just as badly as I needed him. It was in his eyes; they were sad and angry. I understood that. When I put out my hand to pet him, he came over tentatively, somewhat hopefully, layered with attitude. All those things pulled me to him. How did such a handsome beagle with soulful brown eyes, and a beautiful brown-black thick white coat, end up at the pound? What was his story? I knew I had to take him home with me no matter what those answers were.
By Heather Stanton4 years ago in Petlife
Arya's COVID 19 Adventure
It was a sunny morning in July when Arya arrived in Antigonish. She stepped off the doorstep and dashed across the gravel parking lot, As she pranced across the soil she could hear a low voice say, "Hey, watch where you are walking, you almost stepped on me!" Arya stopped instantly, glanced furtively and replied, " Sorry, I did not see you. Where are you and what's more important, who are you?" She looked down and all around but all she could see was a hole in the ground. She first sniffed the hole and then sat observing as little Wilbur, an earthworm, popped up out of the hole. "I'm Wilbur, distant cousin of Wally the red worm, who lives in Bolton at Karl Pretty's recycle bin. I prefer soil, Wally eats banana peels, newspaper and lives in blue bin, or so I legend has it. Wally had a big adventure with a biologist, then dropped out of sight. We do not see him in these parts.
By Walter S Bond4 years ago in Petlife
A Letter from Dog Heaven
Dear Vocal, Sitting up here in Doggie Heaven, I’ve been keeping an eye on Mom down there on earth for a lot of years. I see that you guys at Vocal want her to write about an exciting adventure we had together. Well, I feel awfully bad about that because, you know, I think Mom’s a really good writer, but I was sort of the “fraidy cat”(whoops- “fraidy dog”) type. As a Golden Retriever, I was of course loyal, loveable, and friendly, but I was also kind of afraid of stuff, so she doesn’t have any grand adventures to write about. No hiking up mountains, water skiing, motorcycle riding, or surfing stories. Sorry. I’ll bet you’re going to get lots of stories about amazing dogs traveling the world with their human parents, but Mom doesn’t have any of those about us.
By Joan Gershman4 years ago in Petlife
Our First Day
There are a lifetime of memories, floating in the back of my mind. So many smiles, laughs, even tears. It's been years now since you've been gone, but we had your whole life together, memories of training, running, even the way the snow would clump up in your hair until you could barely walk anymore, but what I remember most of all is the first time we met.
By Aubrey Berry4 years ago in Petlife
My Best Boy
I've been thinking a lot about words and the feeling that they're not enough. They're not ever enough. They fill a void, a space; they fill up a page until slowly, the blank white becomes dotted with black shapes and scribbles. Like a beautiful parasite growing and taking over. They can have meaning and yet never fully describe the sensation or thought. They can't ever impart an epiphany or tell you just what sunshine looks like. They can be used for everything and nothing. They can just be. And yet they spill, fill, form, and move. Words are there. And mine are here for you. So no, I don't think I can quite explain my heart or my love or my fear for you. I can use every word I know and even make up a few of I have to, but dearheart, they will never be enough for you. No matter what happens, I simply need you to know the most important, most complex thing in the universe: I love you.
By Aubrey Berry4 years ago in Petlife
