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.
His Forever Home
They were getting a divorce. It was so final and so sudden that I could hardly believe it, but I knew the back story. I knew about the fights that led up to this, and if I was really honest, I knew they would be better people apart from each other. But what really made my heart ache was the knowledge that their new 18-week old puppy would be torn from their home so soon after meeting them. You think children don’t understand why divorces happen; try being a happy, energetic puppy who thought he just met his new best friends.
By Savannah Totten5 years ago in Petlife
A late Christmas present
Every person knows of all the cute stories about the puppies or kittens wrapped nicely up for Christmas morning. For many this is the greatest holiday treat. Giant smiles are found on every child who receives a new animal as a gift. Normally the kid or kids have begged for months before hand. Maybe they saw the tiny kitten at the store or a cute new dog at a friend or families house. Whatever the reasoning there has been hundreds of pleases and promises by the children prior to the actual gift giving. New parents often make the mistake though that the child that still can't tie their laces or get themselves off to school, will take care of their own baby.
By Artist For Sanity5 years ago in Petlife
Meet Loek
I met Loek in 2011. His name was Luca at the time. I just moved house and I explicitly asked the landlord if I could have a pet before I moved in. I had lived in house shares and student housing up until that point and I was never able to get a proper pet. I did have rats for a while, though. Bless them.
By Thys C Aarts5 years ago in Petlife
Puppy Love
I wish I could describe my first love as a charming man with a mustache a beard, a defining charectaristics. I wish I could say that he had a gentle smile and strong hands, and deep voice that could make me say or do anything. Sadly, though I guess I'm not that type of girl.
By Sydney C.L5 years ago in Petlife
Francie the Sheepadoodle
Francie is my nine year old mini Sheepadoodle. I thought mini meant that he was going to be small but he’s a little on the big side! Either way I love him to death. I grew up in a family that loved cats so I never really knew much about dogs. I assumed I would always have cats since that’s what I grew up with but I am definitely a dog person. When I got Francie “Adopt Don’t Shop” wasn’t advertised that much. At least, I don’t remember reading about it. So I did purchase Francie from a breeder but honestly I don’t think anyone else wanted him. I sort of sensed something was up with him when out of a litter of about ten puppies he was the only one available. He was spoken for at one point but that person backed out. Then when all the puppies in the litter were posted online every single puppy was posing in a little tub. But not my Francie...he was sitting on the ground, no tub and no pose! Regardless of my hesitation, I went ahead with my purchase of him. I often wonder what would have happened to him if I wouldn’t have taken him. He was born in Texas and I live in Pennsylvania so there was no way for me to visit with him beforehand.
By Margie Anderson 5 years ago in Petlife
From Numb to Wolf Mamma
Years ago I was crawling my way out of a dark depressive episode when... Gigi sunbathing It is 11:15 am and the wolf has already peed, pooped (3x) in the house, broke out of her crate, and rammed the dog gate down. Although to be fair the dog gate isn't her fault. She has enough points against her, I'll take that one away. She is a TOUGH dog. She is the sweetest angel that ever existed, but she has separation anxiety, chewing problems, and she seems to be constantly under the weather. I am honestly at my wits end with how to potty train her. She is going the vet this week so we can rule out any medical issues.
By Jesse Rothberg5 years ago in Petlife
Weeping Willow; She saved me too
July 5th 2017. After a series of unfortunate events, my family and I found ourselves living in a small double room of a guesthouse, sweating and squashed with a household of 40 other people from all walks of life. Myself and my husband plus our 7-year-old daughter and my 3-year-old cat, Tilly.
By Kayleigh Taylor5 years ago in Petlife
Hand-me downs
We had just moved into our forever home me and my husband and our two children. We had been living with my parents for the last 6 months with an addition of our two ginormous orange tabbies. So we were stretching out and getting comfortable in our new home. My sister and her husband who is in the Marines had just got a new duty station in Georgia and would have to move with their own family which included a handsome 3 year old golden retriever mix, Bo. He was sweet and great with kids but they couldn't take him, the new place they were staying didn't allow animals and my sister had become allergic. The kids were heart broken but their grandmother was going to take him. She has a house out in the country were he could run and play all day. Freedom compared to the fenced in back yard of their house in North Carolina. However after about a month or so Grandma was going down to Georgia for a 2 weeks to stay and asked if we would keep Bo while she was gone. We are not dog people. I know you know what I mean when I say that. We have cats and I had no desire to have a dog. I agreed anyways to keep him while she was gone. She brought over his bowl, leash, bag of food and his crate. As she handed off his things she jokingly said "you know you can keep him if you want". We laughed it off and she explained his routine and that he was an outside dog and would sleep in the crate in the shed. We have a large workshop that we set him up in and would let him out in morning and back in for bed time. He was a good dog, he didn't get in to anything and he loved the kids. Soon the end of week 2 came and no Grandma. No phone call to ask to drop him off or for her to come pick him up. We didn't think anything of it, she didn't have job to get back to so we assumed she hadn't gotten back yet and had decided to stay longer with the family. That wasn't the case, she had made it back and just assumed we would keep him. After week 4 rolled around I called my sister and asked if her mother-in-law was going to come get him. She sounded surprised and replied that she was told we wanted to keep him. I was taken aback and let her know that it was not the case and that no one had talked to us about keeping him aside from a joke made at drop off.
By Jamie Gonzalez5 years ago in Petlife
My Dog, Molly
Oh Molly, you were such a good dog. That first time we saw you in that little cage, a black, furry mass tightly curled up; we knew we wanted to take you home. You looked up at us with those big, dark eyes and ears flat against your head and we knew you were the one. “How old is this one?” we asked, “one, maybe two or three?” a volunteer told us. “Perfect, we’ll take her”.
By Katelynn Henderson5 years ago in Petlife
