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.
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I could never forget the day I met you. Never ever. I waited so long to meet you. I never thought this moment in my life could impact me forever. I spent countless days counting down the days until you would be here in my arms. I day dreamed about petting your furry little head, having unlimited cuddles and playing fetch. I hope you will become a fetch dog. I had put in an application for you three weeks ago. I stumbled upon your picture on the pet finder. I was overly excited to find out, we have been chosen to adopt you, to call you a part of the family. It was two weeks later where we took the hour long drive to San Francisco airport to pick you up. My little puppy would be flying all the way from South Korea to California. I hope you’ll like it here. Once arriving at the airport we parked our car in the parking garage and walked down the corridor to international arrivals. I began to grow anxious seeing all the people walk out the international gate. Suddenly, a man with a flat cart came out with two dogs in the kennels. I hurriedly walk over to look at the dogs. The man spoke, “ are you here for a dog?” Yes, I am. I told him. He asked, “ what is the name of the dog? “ I said, “ Her name is Bebe. She’s jindo mix” The man reads the name tags of dogs. “ she’s none of these ones. There are more dogs coming out soon” “ oh” I replied. I anxiously walked around hoping soon more dogs would come out soon. I looked at the time. It’s 12:30. They said she was here by 11:30. It has already taken more than an hour. Finally, two people came out with flat carts and kennels stacked high. My boyfriend and I fast walked towards the kennels. I looked inside each kennel . I stumbled upon a dog that looked like ours. I read the name tag “ Bibi”. “ Oh.. that one's not ours. It must be her sister” The man holding onto one of the flat carts asked who we were here for. I said “ Bebe” She’s over here he pointed to his colleague holding the other cart. I walked over to the kennel. I looked inside. I saw black face puppy with beady eyes and a brindle coat. I couldn’t believe it. That one was ours. We grabbed a flat cart and put her kennel on top. We pushed Bebe towards our car. I couldn’t wait to get back home to let her out. The drive back home felt like a lifetime. Once we got home. My bf carried the kennel upstairs to our condo. We closed the door and opened her kennel. Slowly the little black face puppy walked out. She immediately walked over to me and sat in front of me. I reached over to pet her. Her tail immediately wagged. She was a lot bigger than I expected. The pictures on the website were not updated. I didn’t care. She was perfect and she was ours. This unique dark face puppy, with a brindle coat and curly tail. Bebe looked like a wild dog. She wasn’t wild dog. She Jindo mix saved from the dog meat trade industry. The funny thing is the kennel that came with her labeled her as hyena. We later changed her name to Boba. Welcome to the family Boba. We are so glad you are here to stay. We can’t wait to spoil you rotten.
Mika MiyasakiPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeHome
They say, when you walk into your home, you know. You can look at ten, twenty, thirty houses, and then, you pull up to one more, stand on another kerb, look up at another frontage, step through another front door…and recognise that you are home. It was like that the first time I saw you. The shelter had taken out a double page ad in the paper, it’s motley crew of furred friends-to-be arranged around the page, and you, meeting my eyes from the centrefold. I had been flicking through, taking a break, not looking for love, but there you were. I knew. I took the paper home, and I showed you to my mum. I knew that she knew too. I showed you to my dad.
Hannah MoorePublished 2 years ago in PetlifeDagney is an Addict and a Hoarder
Slowly a ritual developed without me consciously noticing. Nightly, when my husband and I sit down to watch the evening news, Dagney joins us. Part of of our routine includes the adults relaxing with a cup of flavored, decaf coffee and Dagney sitting on our laps chewing her bully stick. However, if treat is not readily available, she searches until it is discovered where she last left it. I am amazed at her memory. Usually, only a couple moments pass after she runs from the room and returns prancing proudly.
Brenda MahlerPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeA House Full of Love
I am one of those very lucky people that grew up in a house full of love, which meant that I grew up with a house full of dogs.
Joe MellenPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeBroken Hearts Need Tending
There is no greater remedy for a broken heart than the boundless warmth of an animal’s love. In 2017, a woman named Susan experienced a terrible tragedy. In the midst of a messy breakup, an unexpected career change, and financial hardship, the one person who kept her going was her dog, Bucky. Bucky, named for the Marvel superhero Bucky Barnes, was a very good boy. At a glance, most would call him a Pitbull, but his mismatched blue and brown eyes and his penchant for mischief betrayed his Siberian Husky ancestry. For more than two years, Susan and Bucky had been inseparable. The pair could often be found on the couch, Bucky’s head tucked under Susan’s arm as she played her video games or scoured the web for the latest memes pertaining to Brenden Frasier. They were a perfect match and a loving god wouldn’t have had the heart to tear them apart.
James DelhauerPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeSweet Puppy
Parker Stanislaw Magoo is generally not a "good" dog. He is my best friend, and I've loved him since he first tripped over his ears and into my heart almost seven years ago. But I am not blinded by my love for him.
Chance Garrett WilhitePublished 2 years ago in PetlifeMemorable Dogs
I had never thought of dogs as being other than the medium sized, mild tempered canine that roamed around my childhood home as they did in countless other suburban homes and who were all, for the most part, the mixed “Heinz 57” breed whose parentage was unknown and not considered important. They were adopted mainly from what was known as “the dog pound”. We played with them, cuddled them while watching TV, secretly slipped them morsels of our dinner when no one was watching and generally accepted them as part of the family.
Ben
Ben arrived at the airport in cargo. His huge crate metal door which had been secured shut with 8 zip ties. The woman at the cargo counter, verified my ID and handed me
Cece RubinPublished 2 years ago in Petlife- Runner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge
Wildflowers
“Sasha, I love you, but if you poop in this rental, I’m trading you in.” The threat, empty as my passenger seat, fell on deaf, floppy ears. Keeping one eye on the traffic and one glued to the rearview mirror, I navigated the car to the next exit ramp with a rest stop. We were a quarter of the way into the five and a half hour drive to upstate New York and my four legged furry child was doing the potty shuffle.
Jennifer UrciuoliPublished 2 years ago in Petlife The Dog that Saved my Life
The day my dog, Denali, saved my life is definitely my fondest memory of her. She is my unofficial service animal and I highly recommend you get one of your own. You never know when their unconditional love, dedication, and steadfast companionship will come in handy. Dogs are known for saving the lives of humans for many years running. They can even be trained to do so in a number of ways. The course of action she took to rescue me would probably be considered a non-traditional method, with no training required.
The dog that saved me
Diesel, no not the fuel but my angel of a blue heeler/coonhound mix. Seven-years-old and still has the energy level of a puppy. I know it seems like everyone has a male dog named diesel, but I chose that name because when he was a puppy he never cared about vehicles, but he would always perk up when diesel trucks drove by. I got diesel from a friend who had two unexpected litters of heeler puppies, and he turned out to be the runt out of both letters and was being chewed on and drug around by all his bigger siblings. Now me being the softy that I am, I picked him up out of defense but when I put him down away from the others he just yelped and tried to call his way back up my leg into my arms again. I knew right then I was not going to leave without him. I asked my friends dad how much he was asking for each puppy, as if I am 15 years old had any extra money to spend, he looked at him buried in my neck and said, “well you’re in luck! That one just so happens to be free.” He was five weeks old when I brought him home which is earlier than normal for a puppy to be homed but that may have something to do with why we are so attached to each other, yes we not just him, because instead of bonding with his mother he bonded with me.
Anna HolderPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeA new friend comes to stay
Ragged, filthy, sopping wet, you appeared at our door. Unloved, unwanted, rejected, dejected, cast out into the harsh and unforgiving wilderness with no thought and even less care. Half-starved and thirsty, you shuffled and snuffled into our lives. Close to death, you could have given up but chose instead to carry on and seek out the next chapter in your life.
Raymond G. TaylorPublished 2 years ago in Petlife