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.
She makes my dog happy.
Love is crazy. Anyone can tell you that. What they can't tell you, is if it is real. There is no test or equation that can quantify it or qualify it. You have to just trust in the forces that have perpetuated humanity since Day 1. Duo was always a strange dog. The first time I saw him, he was in a playpen. Surrounded by 7 of his siblings. They were all at the peak of their puppy-ness, all bark and wiggle, as puppies are want to do. Not Duo though. He sat in the back of the children's playpen that was his Sing Sing and just watched. "I think he's special..." the lady trailed off. I guess she felt bad cause she felt he must have something wrong with him otherwise he wouldn't obviously be so "special" Did I not see it? Could I not feel that something was obviously very off with this dog? You're damn right I could. "Is the black one available?" Yeah, that one. The one that doesn't bark, nor wiggle, nor do anything more than sit there and study me with wee teddy bear eyes in a sort of appraising sort of way. Not in the what is his value appraisal sense. More of a "I wonder if his wallet has turkey in it" sense. Everyone says buy rescue and I get it I really do. I was on a mission however. I didn't just wanna acquire a dog. I needed a Service Dog. Prescribed by a doctor. This breeder allegedly had the smartest and "bestest" dogs you could find. Not for their non-jailhouse existence but for the ability to train and learn, Known for being smart. Service Dog. Right. Hahaha. If only I had realized then exactly what that meant.
Nathan WilliamsPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeBuying Time
As the ferry made its way into the harbor and started to slow down, Dodger lifted his head and peered up at me, sensing the shift. I gazed back down at him, considering the days when we were nearly always at eye level. At almost 13 years old, he was no longer able to jump up onto the seat next to me as my first mate. Not that it was permitted by the Steamship Authority, but we were never much for rules anyway. He slowly made his way to his feet and searched for his next cue from me. "We're almost there sweetheart!" I assured him as I scratched behind his ears, lingering on the velvety tips.
Jennifer BoucherPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeFighting For A Chance
The morning of September 7th wasn't supposed to be anything special. I woke up groggy after a restless night of sleep. Perhaps, it was my momma-senses that were tingling, having kept me awake that night, or maybe it was God trying to give me a heads up that something about that day would not go right.
Amber DawnPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeYou Are Safe, And I love you
Do you remember the scene in Avatar when Jake Sully comes to a pivotal moment and has to choose his mountain banshee, or rather the banshee has to choose him? And when he does they become one, bonded for life. That’s sort of the experience that occurs when you rescue a furry companion from a shelter. Well, minus the part where the banshee tries to kill you to show its affection. The bond though… that’s real. Once you feel it there’s no going back.
Chelsea LaVallePublished 2 years ago in PetlifePepper
I remember the moment as clear as day, it was a sunny afternoon, the sun burning the pavement on the beaming white sidewalks. The dazzling blue overtaking the skies, shoving away any unwelcomed clouds that wander about, getting from one place to another. The cars aggressively speeding past others, some small and dainty in shape and color, others big and loud trying to overpower the streets, and a few were lean and fast, bright in magnificent, stunning, rare, extraordinary colors, trying to make a statement. The roads were overrun by people, the traffic was heavier then normal.
Madison B.Published 2 years ago in PetlifeMy Life is Yours
”Come on Luca! I know yah wanna a walk,” I yelled out to my over active Sheprador. Who was currently upside down, on his back, tongue out, wriggling like a worm. At this angle his ears look like they actually stand up. You can see the German Shepherd in em. I swear, being half shepherd, half Lab, makes for the goofiest personality.
Trixy RenfroePublished 2 years ago in PetlifeMy best furry friend
When I was ten-eleven years old, I had Japanese dancing mice as pets. Yes, I know, the Life Unleashed challenge asks us to write about a memory my dog and I made together. But the mice a relevant to the story. Very relevant. And no, my dog didn’t eat the mice. It is nothing that dramatic.
Reija SillanpaaPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeMabel, Mabel, If You're Able
The instant I saw a photo of Mabel, I knew she was going to be my dog. I couldn’t tell you exactly how or why; I had looked at hundreds of rescue dogs at that point, even inquired about a few that I was really serious about bringing home. But there was just something about her sweet face that made me know, deep in my soul, that she was going to become part of our family. My then boyfriend, now husband Devin, was just happy to be adopting any dog; we had talked about rescuing one for months even prior to all the Covid shutdowns, but especially being in the height of the pandemic we knew it was the right time. I don’t know if he felt that same instant, deep connection that I did to this specific dog; I remember feeling almost frantic telling Devin about her, and how I just knew she was the one. He was supportive and excited too, but reminded me to not get too attached; there had been several dogs we tried to adopt already who ended up finding other homes first. He doesn’t get it, though, I remember thinking. That’s OUR dog. I just know it.
Honey, Come Home!
If we'd had a Halo Collar back in the day, I wouldn't be able to write the story I'm about to tell. You might think that a dog that had lost the use of her back legs, who had to be carried outside just to do her business, wouldn't have much need for a fence, either electronic or physical.
Milo Unleashed
My dog always hated me. I guess that's fair enough, because he's not my dog, not really. He's my Dad and stepmom's dog, a puppy they adopted and brought into their lives in a bid to replace the child they never had. They named him Milo, after the popular chocolate-malt beverage, and Milo was very, very spoiled.
Charley, my girl
I don’t really know where to begin. It’s not easy with her. I could write and write and never stop, never bothering with sleep or a meal, just keeping at it the whole while, hammering away at this keyboard until my fingers transform into bloody nubs, talking about my girl without pause. Some memories are built within the confines of tight parameters, they sport distinct edges joining beginning to end, but with Charley, well, you can toss normalcy out the window and watch it float about the highway wind, adding yet another page to the slurry of personal histories us travelers deposit in our wake. The whole thing had been an adventure you see, every last biting droplet of life to be wrung from the rag. She was one of those once-in-a-lifetime affairs, and thus I fail to convince myself how a single day nor hour of her time here does not matter to it.
Jake Writes From The VanPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeREX UNLEASHED
Ting Ting The sound of bells jingled by the front door. Ting Ting "Ugh" She thought to herself, as the sound of bells rang out again.
Ravyn McKnightPublished 2 years ago in Petlife