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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 Resuscitation of the Walmart Puppies
It was a cold and rainy night and my cousin and I were out driving around listening to music catching up we had not seen each other in a while. Suddenly I remembered my mother had ask me to stop by Walmart and pick up a few things, so we took a detour before heading home. Now mind you I am a sucker for animals and its hard for me to turn away one that is in need. All of Gods creatures deserve love and attention. As I was walking into the store I noticed that there was a mother and her little girl out front giving away puppies I stopped and of coarse looked at them petted them and made friendly conversation with the mother. Now I knew what happened last time I had brought a puppy home my mother was furious and made me find another home for it, "which I did successfully". So I decided I probably shouldn't go through that again it wouldnt be fair to the puppy. So I told the mother and her daughter I would think about it while I was shopping and went inside.
By anthony edmond5 years ago in Petlife
The Cattle Dog Who Rescued Us
According to the Merriam and Webster dictionary, one of the definitions of the word adopt is, “to take by choice into a relationship,” (www.merriam-webster.com) and this is precisely what happens when one seeks out a pet from a local rescue, group, or facility. Regardless of whether the animal is a cat or a dog, they will never really know, whether their owners spent $2.00, $200.00, or $2,000.00 to acquire them; the only thing they know is, that they have been given a new life, a second chance, and a new opportunity to live a better life than they could ever possibly know. From my experience, I can assure you that this is something that your pet, as well as the owners, will know. When I have shared my adoption story with fellow pet owners in the past, we always seem to come to the conclusion that, somehow the animals know that they were rescued (adopted), that they are smart enough to know this, and are forever grateful.
By Celso Contreras5 years ago in Petlife
About Roy, It's Complicated
I want to share Roy’s story, but it’s complicated. Roy, an 80-pound mastiff mix, joined us as a foster dog in May 2020, in the middle of the pandemic. Roy had been found in rural Tennesse, starving, covered in ticks, and dragging a useless front right leg as a result of a shotgun wound. In Tennessee, they amputated his leg and days later put him on a plane to northern Illinois, where we first met him.
By Mike Barzacchini5 years ago in Petlife
Grizzly and Mr. Gooey
To love a rescuer, you must be a special type of person. You must be compassionate – because your rescuer will bring home every stumbled-across animal in need, from birds to bunnies to dogs. You must be tolerant – because your home will literally become a zoo. Your rescuer will assure you “it’s just for the night,” but a few months in, you will come to understand that while spoken with good intentions, there’s no way this will hold true. You must be willing to share – your bed, your money, your bathroom (which will inevitably serve as a night’s respite for a semi-feral cat, one that will claw the s#$* out of you at one o’clock in the morning if you brave a visit to said-bathroom). You must be strong – because you will see first-hand the sorrow and pain that rescue animals are going through as they are saved. You will watch your rescuer’s heart rejoice at the highest times – and break at the lowest. Most of all, you must be willing to share your rescuer, whose heart, time and money will be given to animals on a daily, if not hourly, basis. There is no “half-way” with a rescuer; it is all or nothing. Rescue is like the mafia – once you are in, you never get out. This is the truth of rescue: the guts underneath the glory.
By Marney Studaker-Cordner5 years ago in Petlife
Crystal
My 17 year old Jack Russell Terrier was moving slower and not as spry as she once was. It was time to find her a friend a puppy that she could help train. I was looking for a Jack Russell as she was my heart and I loved her dearly, but I know she wasn’t going to last forever. As I was looking, I came across a homely looking little terrier “X” with big eyes. I had no idea what kind of terrier she could possibly be, but those eyes, they looked in my soul and they are intelligent just what I need in a puppy (puppy as in a generic term, I call all dogs “puppy”).
By Dee Mae Elva5 years ago in Petlife
Our Tiny Roo Dog
This is Roo - like as in Kangaroo because of his giant ears (his original name was Casper). He also goes by piggy as he snorts when he eats and runs. Senor longbody is another favourite nickname because he is part daschund and has a very long bod!
By Romney Hamilton5 years ago in Petlife
When Magnolia Blossomed
Maggie, Mags, Magpie. Boo Boo Butt, Boobinator, The Boo Boo Meister. Baby Girl. Little My Little. And let’s not forget to mention her human grandmother’s favorite, Nudie Bug. These are all pet names for the sweetest little soul, and yes, Magnolia knows them all. When I first saw her on the local animal shelter’s website, I was at a point in my life where I was heartbroken. I could tell by the picture of the tiny white dog standing against the blue background with her head hanging with a chain around her neck, looking dejected, that she was too. Her description told of a good little mama who had just had a litter of puppies in the shelter at only nine months old. All but one had died from Parvo. Her previous home was in a house with close to twenty other dogs. When the owner passed away, the family surrendered all the dogs to the shelter, their fate unknown. Her story and her sad little face tugged at my heart, but I wasn’t in a position at that moment to move forward. Or so I thought.
By Laurie Leigh 5 years ago in Petlife
My Name is Kia
My name is Kia and this is my story. I was born on April 3rd 2018 in South Indian Lake, Manitoba. I was born with 2 sisters and 4 brothers. My birth mother is a dog. I don't really remember what she looks like, but I remember the smell of her warm milk and the feel of her furry warm body.
By Patricia Krzystek5 years ago in Petlife
Ruby
Ruby Lead paws scruffles von puppyduck fur prawnius the third is her technical name, it has been built over the 3 almost 4 years that she has graced us with her presence. Her spoiled ways are not only tolerated in this house, but they are encouraged. From her sweet homemade chaise in the sun spot at the front window, to the couch seat where she hides her kibble (in my couch, really!) to the many other places we have maintained and organized around the house, strewn with blankets and toys, Ruby rules the roost.
By Erin Winspur5 years ago in Petlife
