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.
Diesel
Diesel No, can’t do it. Do not hold English bulldog puppy foisted upon me by the clerk. I am here to buy dog food. I already have two dogs.
Donna BurtchPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeI Carry Your Heart With Me
I felt a deep yearning for the companionship of a dog. Shortly before the shit-storm that was the pandemic, I had a mental breakdown. Not in the sudden sort of way you see in movies. It had been a slug of a breakdown. You sort of convince yourself its not happening for a while—that you’re the same person you used to be before you had panic attacks. I am not an anxious person. That’s what I would tell myself after I got into bed for the third time in ten minutes (I had to check the doors again of course. This time with the lights on. Then off again. Then I’d have to feel the handle three times to make sure the lock was down. Even then I wasn’t sure.)
Jess McCallopsPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeJesse
This is a story about true love, and for a while, I avoided telling it because the ending was too sad for me to bear. That sadness makes me fearful; I cannot help but dread another loss well before it comes onto the horizon. It is like tonguing a loose tooth that wasn’t loose until you started pushing at it. But I have indulged my selective amnesia for too long: Jesse expected more of me and showed me how to demand more of myself. And the truth is that his death, which came so much sooner than I was prepared for, isn’t even close to the end of this story.
Merry ZidePublished 2 years ago in PetlifeAstronaut Dog
All mornings started the same. I’d open my eyes very annoyed at the sound of our old rusty coffee grinder. Of course my partner always forgot to close the door behind him. I would then toss and turn around as I’d ignored the sunlight coming through the half open blinds. My side of the sheets always popped out during the night because I was a broke graduate student, way too stubborn to admit that I wrongfully ordered a full size sheet to our second hand queen size bed and of course I wasn’t going to pay for another one. I would then continue on to pretend I was comfortable as I had to convince myself that I can go back to sleep before my alarm went on, but obviously I would hold my breath and obsessively look at my phone, almost dare I say- begging it to scream that horribly loud sound so that I can finally lower my chest. And when the air finally came out it would feel as if I just got out of a very nauseating roller coaster ride. I guess anxiety can do that to you.
Arsal AsalPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeDogs waiting in place for the deceased master for 5 years
Old Shen is once the neighborhood entrance to watch the car grandfather, died 5 years due to illness. Rhubarb is a dog, one person and one dog had lived in harmony for 3 years. After the death of Lao Shen, rhubarb guarded the place where Lao Shen worked before, wandering, looking, and waiting for 5 years ......
Favorite Memory: First Day
I have many amazing memories with my dog, Sandy. The day I learned we were getting a dog in the first place, waiting for the day to arrive to pick him up, and our first day together had to take the cake -- or in this case, the Milk Bone -- though.
My Cuddle Bug
This here is my dog, Princess Nala. Also known as Ping-cess, Toast, Honey Nueller, Squishy, Grub, Bubba, or simply...Nala.
Anike AyeniPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeRover
Ever since I was three and my family bought a Siamese kitten we named Tote, I was always drawn to animals. Tote and I would chase each other back and forth in the hall and when we got tired would go nap together. At night, we would sleep together and by morning Tote had my pillow and my head was on the bed.
Dante Thomas Wentingworth
I leave my car and rush for the rotting wooden stairs leading up to the sliding glass door I've entered through since I was a young child. My chest is tight with sorrow and trepidation, but it does not stave my hand from gripping and pulling at that door, pushing my way inside, and pushing back the sob that pulls at my throat.
Kai K ColbyPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeFather rushed into the flood to save a white dog
From the time I was three years old, I began to have memories, of when I have been living with my grandparents in the countryside, living in the countryside should know that the house is with a yard, and not small, about 200 square meters, grandmother loved to raise pets, with the yard area at the time to raise more than ten dogs is no problem, some are breed dogs some are Chinese field dogs, and then with some strings, a dozen dogs, including three Huskies.
Bane Of My Existence
Daisy was the one year old heeler puppy that came with my fifteen year old brother. I was 25. The age where I almost thought I was adult enough to care for a troubled teen and his puppy.
Amelia SharpPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeNose
A few years back I found myself standing along the east bank of the Catawba river near Belmont, North Carolina. It was a chilly December morning, and a light mist was in the air that soon turned into a cold drizzle. I took shelter under the railroad trestle and watched the rain come down. I had packed a lunch in a brown paper bag which consisted of a turkey sandwich, some carrot sticks and an apple. I found a nice dry spot and started munching on the carrot sticks when I noticed a skinny brown dog standing in the reeds by the riverbank, eyeing me carefully. He was a mutt with perhaps a terrier ancestry. I whistled softly and his head cocked to the side and his ears popped up like a couple of flags at a carnival shooting gallery. I motioned for him to come closer, which he did carefully, not trusting me, but at the same time sniffing a morsel and hoping to partake of my generosity.
Craig R. HipkinsPublished 2 years ago in Petlife