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.

Through the Fence
The first time I saw Alice was on Instagram. I was elbows deep scrolling through the followers of the pet account I had set up for Edgar, our one-and-a-half year old Olde English Bulldogge, when I saw Alice’s face. It was posted by a small family hobby breeder that Edgar “followed.” Her face was white, and her eyes—one brown, one blue—stared sadly though a chain link fence. The post caption stated that she had returned to their home after three months with a family. The breeders were looking for a new home for her—somewhere with room where she could be cozy inside with a family most of the day. She was barely six months old.
By Jordan Gilletti5 years ago in Petlife
My Massive Rottweiler That Was Scared Of Bubbles
I have always been a dog person, mainly because since I was a child I was always surrounded by them. And I'm not just talking about poodles and beagles, I grew up among Pitbulls, Rottweilers and Dobermans, you know, the breeds that many people fear.
By Mindsmatter.5 years ago in Petlife
I SPEAK DOG
I SPEAK DOG BY ANQUINETTE MILLER I speak Dog. It’s not as easy as you think. It’s not just barking. I do that too. It’s not just being a dog whisperer or talking baby talk to a dog. It’s more than that. I speak Dog all day long, every day.
By Anquinette N Miller5 years ago in Petlife
Jackson: The Unofficial Therapy Dog
I think it goes without saying that we’re always happier and having more fun when we have pets. They give us all the love, companionship, and therapy in the world. And my family and I have had no shortage of it the last 9 years, thanks to our beloved dog, Jackson.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash5 years ago in Petlife
Finding Comfort in the Chaos
Ten years of life had been dedicated to a doting dog. He was praised, beloved by many, and spoiled beyond most. I had had him since he was a puppy; given to me with a heart murmur and undeveloped lung. We had been given a warning from the vet that we’d only get two months and yet together we beat the odds. Over time his heart had outgrown the murmur and his lung fully developed. Everyone joked that it was love which healed him but I knew they were right. We completed each other because he found me when I, too, was broken with no spare parts to heal what was missing inside. As the years went on he made whole what did not exist before and taught me how to love while accepting love in return. That was what led to the horrendous sorrow that came the day he died. November 7th of 2019 my world drastically changed and he was gone.
By Kathryn Mayer5 years ago in Petlife
Calypso the Adorable Pup
I met Calypso two days after I had to say goodbye to my best friend, familiar, and beloved furbaby, Selene. Her health had started to deteriorate a couple of years prior and the year before saying goodbye to her we’d discovered she had a rare type of cancer that was inoperable and had no treatment. The type could be either aggressive or super slow growing. Sadly, Selene had the aggressive version of this cancer and even while writing this almost 3 years later I get teary eyed over the loss. I knew there was no way I could handle the void there was without having a dog in my life. One of my best friends knew this; she was with me the day Selene passed.
By Amanda Martin5 years ago in Petlife
Finding A Friend
At five years old I already knew what heartbreak was, the dog I raised since she was a puppy got hit by a car and crossed over the rainbow bridge. For two years I had taken care of her, played with her (fetch was her favorite) and loved her with all my heart. I was so excited about her that I brought her to my preschool show and tell. My grandma got one of the sisters in the litter and we named them after my favorite characters from sleeping beauty Flora and Fauna. At five I didn’t think I could love anyone as much as I loved my dog so when she died I didn’t think I could love anything again. I blamed myself I thought I was a terrible pet guardian. A year later I still had trepidation about getting another dog. My family however thought another dog would help with the grieving process. I wasn’t fully ready but we started looking anyway. Everyone thought I was looking for a puppy but deep in my heart I knew it would feel too much like I was replacing my Flora. One weekend at the local pet supplies store they were hosting the Animal Friends Connection adoptable pet day, so we decided to check it out. I told myself I was just looking, my mom said I didn’t have to make a commitment. We could take things at my pace. When we walked into the pet supply store there were a lot of people with their foster pets. We went up to the front table and the Animal Friends Connection representatives explained a little about the organization and the rules for the day. We told them we were looking for a dog and they directed us past the aisles of cats, closer to the back of the store where the adoptable dogs were. I started down the first aisle looking at the dogs, most of them were male or already in the possible adoption stage. I was looking for a female as we already had an adult female family dog and wanted to avoid any dominance issues. There was this adorable male bull terrier named Mikey who kept jumping out of his cage and into this lady’s arms. There were rows of empty already adopted dogs, I felt a twinge of disappointment but also a feeling of joy because so many had found homes. I continued walking past the empty cages until I came to this cage with a fluffy auburn colored dog. She was so pretty. The sign on her cage said “hi my name is muffin”. I thought it was a perfect name for her. My mom started talking to muffin’s foster mom Nancy. We found out muffin was a three year old sheltie mix. Nancy told us that muffin’s first family wasn’t always able to afford to feed her. That this was the third time muffin had bounced from her family back to Nancy. She had gotten approval from them this last surrendering of muffin to put her up for adoption. Nancy said due to the situation of not always having food muffin developed issues with becoming aggressive during meals. We talked to Nancy for awhile but I wasn’t ready to make a commitment. Nancy understood and didn’t want us to rush into anything. She encouraged us to keep looking and think about it. We continued down the aisles but muffin kept tugging at my heart. We were both broken and I felt we needed each other. Throughout the day we kept coming back to muffin. My older brothers who had been running around the store had found a cage with a litter of puppies but I was hesitant and didn’t go to see them. We came back to muffin. The Animal Friends Connection were allowing perspective adopters to take one on one walks with the dogs behind the store so Nancy suggested we take muffin for one. During that walk I felt completely comfortable and muffin seemed happy to go for a walk. I think that’s when I knew muffin was the dog for me. My dad and brothers didn’t want me to get muffin but my mom supported me telling them I was the one getting a dog so it was my decision which dog to get. After making arrangements for a home inspection with Nancy I excitedly awaited the day Muffin would come stay with me forever. When that day finally came I was so happy. Nancy said this would start the trial period and if we had any problems we could call her to take muffin back. Muffin had issues from her past but I was determined to help her through them. Muffin was there to stay. For fourteen years we went for walks, played in the backyard, snuggled together. At seventeen years old her body started failing and I had to come to terms with the reality that she was suffering. I had to make the painful decision to let her pass from this life. It was one of the worst decisions I’ve ever had to make but because of the love and friendship we had even to avoid the pain I wouldn’t change anything. Giving an animal a second chance at love and a good life is also accepting love and a good life for yourself.
By TJ Ferry5 years ago in Petlife
Trevor
When I first met my fiancé, she had three big dogs. I mean BIG dogs. Their names were Phooey, Stella, and Sophie. Phooey, was her prized favorite. He was a beast of a dog. So big in fact, his nickname "Bear." He had a Foo Man Chu like "beard" across the bottom of his gentle face that earned him his official moniker. He was older, and had lost mobility in his hind legs. She and her ex-husband, who still lived with her, took great care of Phooey.
By Recon Paul5 years ago in Petlife
Napoleon the Conqueror (of Hearts)
This was the text exchange between me and my boyfriend Addison four years ago when he discovered Napoleon. He had found the dog (quite literally, on the street) while visiting a small town called Beersheba in Tennessee where his family stayed every 4th of July, and I was visiting my own family in Richmond.
By Emily Berger5 years ago in Petlife
The puppy and the punt thieves
I was beaming from ear to ear. The few pints of pale we had chugged at the pub were starting to work their magic. Me and three of my buddies armed with driving licences which belonged to our older brothers, had managed to get served at our local pub.
By Ravinder Mohan5 years ago in Petlife
Until we meet again...
I have always loved dogs and knew I would have a dog as an adult. I never could have imagined the positive impact that being a dog owner would have on my life. I also never imagined that my adoption of Mason on that cold day in January would change my life.
By Drama Kueen 5 years ago in Petlife
Worth Every Slobber
His drooping jowls and small bottom teeth tucked over his top lip stared back at me through the screen. Months of begging might finally be over. This small bit of hope was crushed by the next words that came out of my mom’s mouth:
By Abby Christensen5 years ago in Petlife