Most recently published stories in Petlife.
Meet My New Furry
I feel fortunate for loving animals and need to admit to you it hasn’t always been the case. I never hated them or stayed careless whenever I was witnessing some cruel behavior toward them. But, I can’t say I had a particular connection with those beautiful living creatures!
When Harry Meets Esme
Esme felt a scream burning like acid, bubbling its way to the surface, fueled by Anders' never-ending inane drivel. "Hey babe, after your Aunt's thing pick up some pork rinds, the spicy ones, you bought the wrong ones last time, but I love you anyway." Snort, chortle.
5 benefits of walking your dog daily
The benefits of walking with your dog We have already told you about the many health benefits that adopting an animal brings. But did you know that walking has many benefits for both humans and dogs? Studies have shown that for overweight people and dogs, a 30-minute walk three times a week can:
Eat the berry. Follow the rabbit. Save the dog. Emily was both disappointed and curious upon finding this strange to do list in a small, unassuming, black notebook.
Just a Dog
Like me, I’d like to think that my father’s love of dogs came from his father. Unfortunately, I can never be sure. I never knew my grandpa Shaw. He passed away when I was three, so any bit of knowledge about him has come from my father, aunts, and uncles, siblings, or cousins. That isn’t to say I don’t have memories of him. I remember an old hunched-over man with a kind smile and a traumatizing sense of humor.
I, Zhamir, was not always a cat. You might not believe me when I tell you this, and that is quite natural. I’ve grown fond of sunlit patches of grass and glass-stained windows, small boxes, and yarn. I believe I’ve adapted quite well to life as a four-legged lesser god, in fact. I’ve almost made such a behavior an art.
The Last Day
The text is from Violet. It reads, ‘It’s going to happen today. Can you come right now?’ I react, without thinking, grab my jacket and keys. I call work as I walk down the street.
How I Became the Servant of a Tiny Dog
Have you had the pleasure of owning a dachshund? Let me stop right there and make a correction: has a dachshund ever owned you? There is no mistake; no matter how well trained the dog is, you are HIS person.
February 2, 2005 My proposal has been approved! I was a little nervous, doubtful even, that the University would give it the thumbs up. I did myself no favours by telling the board I had no hypothesis on which to base this experiment. Rather, I told them, I was going to play an observational role. But what is the project you may ask? I will explain it to you as I explained it to them.
I have lived in cities most of my life. I have, however, had encounters with wildlife where one would least expect to find them. Currently, my husband and I live in a complex that backs to a small woods and a ravine. My nose tells me we have had a visit from a skunk. Its odor reminded me of my last encounter with a skunk.
Footprints In The Snow
FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW Lennie and Suzie saw them as soon as they set foot into their large backyard. Overnight the gently falling snow had covered it with an all-white shimmering blanket. They had seen the snow-covered yard from their kitchen window and naturally assumed that they were to be the first ones to set foot onto it. As they stepped down from the porch they realized that someone or something had beaten them to it. Left behind in the snow were the tracks of an unknown animal. They were not exceptionally large in size but there dozens of them. They originated from under their neighbour's fence and travelled in a back and forth pattern as if to check out every tree in the yard. Lennie was only slightly ahead of his sister Suzie as he followed the animal's tracks to the largest tree in the backyard. This is where they had come to an abrupt end and Lennie and Suzie simultaneously looked up at the tree's branches. Stretched along a thick branch was a grey and white cat. At first it looked as though the cat was alone but it soon became apparent that there was an object being held down by the cat's two front paws. When the object moved the children could tell that it was a tiny yellow budgie and it was desperately trying to escape! The cat was holding the budgie down and it had no intentions of letting the bird go free.
Old Australian Shepperd
Lately, I haven't been okay. Life loses color as you get older and as the colorful world I once knew as a kid fades away into a dim gray. One can't help but wonder why things can't be like they used to. I think it's because as I have gotten older I live more in my mind than I do in reality. Constantly worrying about hypotheticals that may never happen, worried about aspects of my life that I deem unsatisfactory yet I know I am trying my hardest.