health
Playing is fun, but a pet owner's primary responsibility is to monitor their pet's health and look out for medical problems.
Paws on My Heart
If it were not for Mollee and Dexter, I would not be alive today. Earlier this year, I was diagnosed with chronic PTSD, anxiety, and depression because of my time in the military. Over the years of having Mollee and Dexter, I did not know for sure I had PTSD until after Mollee passed away last November. My family and friends love me but only one understands me and she is not located extremely close to me, so Mollee and Dexter have been my support system for over a decade.
By Jason Wagner3 years ago in Petlife
Two Pounds of Hope - The Little Dog Who Lived
When I think about my favorite memory with my dog, I’m not sure if there is an exact one that I can pinpoint. I had never owned a dog before. At least not since I was an infant and had no memory of it. My mom and step-dad both worked time-consuming jobs that were far from home, so having a dog to grow up with wasn’t an option. I dreamt of it, I wished for it, but I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.
By Abigail Pollard3 years ago in Petlife
How to train a dog to smile?
A dog grinning gives a very sunny and warm feeling, and makes people think that the dog likes her very much. This kind of dog is very likable, but not all dogs grin. If you want to Your dog laughs like this, and you can train it to do so. How to train a dog to smile? Here are a few ways to teach you how to train your dog to smile.
By Be Inspired - Be Motivated3 years ago in Petlife
I’m Learning To Be Gentle With My Aging Dog
If you’ve been following me for some or most of the time I’ve been writing, you know that one of my very best friends is my little dog, Libby. Or Mooch, as she’s known to immediate family, a few friends, and some social media contacts. She lives up to that name and then some.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer3 years ago in Petlife
My White Spirit Dog
Thirty Years Ago: My mother had passed away two weeks earlier, and I slept on the couch most of the time, day and night. One morning, I was napping on the sofa and woke up, but I could not move or talk. I could only observe and watch my grandmother, mother, sister, and myself doing laundry in the kitchen sink. In my vision, it was a beautiful spring day. I could see outside and noticed a small black dog looking up at the three people she was with and then back over at me. It was cold and icy outside, but she appeared to glow with a beautiful white light surrounding and filling her.
By Denise Willis3 years ago in Petlife
The Gypsy Horse
Fair warning: Bella was not mine in truth. She was ‘mine’ in the sense that every volunteer at the Riding for the Disabled Association stables I went to had a horse that they worked with. But I loved her. She was a red bay gypsy cob and was sold to the stable when she was pregnant.
By Claire Stephen-Walker3 years ago in Petlife
