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.
Goodbye Old Friend
As I lugged my suitcase down the driveway, I couldn't wait to get in and tell my mum about all the mischief my friends and I had gotten into on our trip to Budapest. This was my first time away from home, completely unsupervised, and I had loved every second. At eighteen, I've had my fair share of misery these past few years, so for a few days I felt like I had finally reached a point where I was happy.
By Amelia Vietri8 years ago in Petlife
Our Last Ride
Our Last Ride Every day we deal with grief. On this day I dealt with a grief I had not experienced in my life before. Athena was her name and 12 years ago I adopted this 11-week-old Boxer. I didn't know back then that the next twelve years of my life with her would mean so much to me.
By Marina Turpin8 years ago in Petlife
Blondie and Butterscotch
This is a story of four dogs and their current lives. First is Blondie, a Pitbull boxer mix. She was born on June 5th, 2012. She is currently 6. We adopted her from North Carolina and she arrived on the 24th of June in 2012. At that time she just turned one. The guy who brought her to us said she threw up and peed multiple times in her cage. There were many other dogs and some cats in the van, but they didn't know that they were about to go to there future homes. In the picture my mom found online, Blondie looked very strong and tough. When we let her in the house she met Butterscotch and they became best friends. After that, we brought her outside and she was so happy. If you see Blondie then she would give you kisses. Recently it was her birthday and she got a toy. The thing was that she didn't like it, but Butterscotch did. When we were at Party City, my dad thought this outfit for a baby was for a dog so he bought it. Instead of playing with a toy she played with that. She is fast and always hyper, but honestly she loves everyone. She likes to be rubbed and she is the sweetest dog of them all. If she growls at you she would still give you kisses. Pitbulls are not tough, it is the way you raise any dog.
By Michaela Weiss8 years ago in Petlife
Essential Things to Know Before Getting a Dog
Getting a dog can be a really exciting time in your life, however, there are a few things you need to consider before jumping in. These are just a few important things to know when thinking about getting a furry companion, or just trying to decide what kind of dog is the best fit for you and your lifestyle. Then feel free to get a pooch and take as many cute pics of them as possible, make them their own Insta account, and achieve internet fame.
By Chloe Francis8 years ago in Petlife
My Monkey
My boy, my boy, my beautiful boy, how much more love can you give? Always there wagging that tail, with eyes so wide, bright and happy, all just for me. I was your everything, your morning, your evening. You are my everything, my smiles, my laughs, and my heart. I received your blessing of a life at four weeks of age, unbeknownst to me, missing your doggie lessons from mom and her nourishing milk. You were so small, you fit in the palms of my hands, I thought for sure I would smoosh you while I slept, so we went and got you a beddy-bye for on the bed, you loved it. You would curl up in it and I would fall asleep staring at you. Turns out you would never really grow out of it, you'd hide treats and food in it and flip it upside down on top of yourself and we'd play hide and seek. I was lied to about you and I hope all my love negated the rough beginning you had.
By Erin Kerlin8 years ago in Petlife
The Sweet End to My First Dog
I got my pup Harry when I was four years old from a small puppy store down the street from my house. I loved my Harry. He was a Schnoodle (a schnauzer-poodle mix), and he was adorable. I was the one who picked the little peanut out. I fell in love with him and I got my mom to convince everyone else to come look, and then we got him! Harry got his name because at the time Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone had just came out and my cousins and I were in love with it. We would run around riding on our broomsticks and Harry would bite the ends and ride with us. He was such a good boy, he would let you do anything to him. I wanted to be a veterinarian ever since I was a little girl so I would do little check ups on him and he would sit there for me all day. When I was about seven, my mom bought me a bunny for my birthday, and one thing about Harry was he loved to chase bunnies. So let me just say it took a while for him to get used to Lily! But eventually, he didn't even see her as a bunny, she was just Lily. Then, when I was ten we got another dog named Toby, Harry loved him, he had a brother! They grew up together chasing bunnies, jumping into the pool together, and attacking piñatas! Then I moved out of my family home into an apartment with my mom. I visited all the time but my family wouldn't let me take either of them, so I decided to get my own little pup. I named her Dixie after Darryl Dixon and I would bring her over to visit Harry too. When she was a puppy they loved each other but by the time she grew up they grew apart. At this point in the story I'm a junior in high school and Harry is 13 years old. I remember him having hard times, he was diagnosed with diabetes, bladder stones, kidney stones, arthritis, cataracts, and a lot more. He was dying, and I knew it, but I loved him so much. I would visit him every chance I got. One day, I was at school sitting at my lunch table and my mom texted me and said she was there to pick me up and to come up front. I knew something was wrong, and I gathered my books and started walking out. The whole way there I just felt it in my gut, something was really wrong, and once I saw her I knew. I just remember it was like a movie. Me stopping and just starting to cry. She told me to come here and I remember asking if it was Harry, even though I already knew, and she just nodded. I waited in the car for her to get my cousin and we drove to my grandma's house where he was to say goodbye. My aunt had taken him to the vet earlier that day where he gave Harry some meds for the pain and told her that we could bring him home to say goodbye and bring him back later. We sat for hours with him just petting him and crying with him. We told all the great stories we had with him, and after a while, it was time. Now, because I thought I should and I thought I could handle it, I decided to go with him to be put down. I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to know that he was loved and wouldn't be forgotten. My aunt, my grandpa, my mom and I, all drove to the vet with Harry wrapped in a blanket. I don't know if I can say that I recommend going with your family to this kind of thing if you're not ready to see it. I will never forget what his eyes looked like. How full of life they were one second and the next they were so empty. I was crying harder than I ever had. My aunt kept comforting him, crying, but the vet looked up at my grandpa and just nodded his head. But I already knew he was gone. My aunt kept trying to close his eyes but they wouldn't close. We wrapped him back up in the blanket and took him home and buried him. I told our family friends what happened and my cousin posted on Facebook that we lost our furry family member. The next day I went to school and I got half day alright. But then my friend walked in, and I looked at her and I knew she knew and I just started crying and she just hugged me and I realized I wasn't okay. I realized I lost my first dog, my first pet, my first love. I am able to talk about him today, but if I talk about his last day I'll cry, and that's all right. Because dogs aren't just dogs. They are family.
By Jordyn Beery8 years ago in Petlife
When Everyone Is Scared of Your Dog
This is Titan, at 90lbs. We live near an elementary school, so every day, at exactly 3 PM, dozens of mothers with strollers and children run by our house. Coincidentally, that is also when he has to go for a walk. While some of you may be looking at his picture and cooing, the mothers who walk with their children seem to see a monster. A guard dog, saliva dripping everywhere, with jaws that could snap their babies' heads off. I can assure them this is not the case; however, they seem to simply 'judge a book by its cover.' Many of you who have 'aggressive' looking dogs are aware of the way a couple may cross the street after seeing you with your canine companion, how a mother may gather her child into her arms and walk in the next direction, the stares, judgemental looks, and questions as to 'why that dog isn't wearing a muzzle.' Most big dogs are giant goofs, scared of pretty much everything, and it's unfortunate that they are perceived in a negative way. However it is understandable; having these dogs by our side 24/7 we know their mannerisms, how loving they are, and how silly they are, unlike the public, who sees a huge, bulky dog walking down the street.
By Astraea GG8 years ago in Petlife
The Gentle Giant
When I was a child, my family had this wonderful dog named Newfie. He was a cross between a Newfoundland and a lab. He was the sweetest most caring dog I have ever had the privilege of knowing. He would plop himself down in the middle of the floor and let me crawl and bounce all over him. It was a sad day when we lost him. Since then, I’ve never met a dog that I bonded with so much. When I was about nineteen, I decided I wanted to find me a puppy. It didn’t take me very long to decide I wanted a Newfoundland. I searched and searched for breeders and even on Newfie rescue sites but had no luck with the rescues and every breeder I found wanted an exorbitant amount of money, upwards of $1500 for one puppy. I was heartbroken but I decided to message one breeder just to see what she had available. I knew I couldn’t afford a puppy but I wanted to see the pictures of their adorable little faces. I waited patiently for her to reply and when she did I explained my situation and told her I was gonna save up some money by next summer, but the most amazing thing happened! She told me about this one puppy that really needed a good home. A puppy she couldn’t sell due to a small overbite that would likely disappear as the puppy grew. The moment the breeder brought “Katie” out, she bounded right over to me and I instantly fell in love with her beautiful brown eyes and warm persona. I couldn’t wait to take her to her new home. I decided on renaming her Maggie and well, the rest is history.
By Ashton Young8 years ago in Petlife
