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.
TWILIGHT YEARS
Dear Isis, You are an elder as I am. I wonder if you would share your secrets of finding purpose after youth fades.
The Angel of the PuppiesPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeFinn
I grew up in a small town.Every Saturday growing up I would drive 30 minutes dow. gravel roads to a sheep farm for my violin lesson. Shep was the border collie that lived on the farm. He was smart. My teacher would talk to him like he was a person, and he seemed to understand ever word she said. Sometimes we would get to my lesson early and I would take Shep on a walk, and talk to him. I’d ask him if he liked his job, if he thought I should go away for the summer. We’d saunter through the trees, with me throwing his ball every 10 seconds. Shep was smart. We would head back to the house and he w would walk me in and sit by the piano for the duration of my lesson. Every once in a while he would let out a soft howling roooooo as I was playing. I always took it as a compliment.
Jess LefebvrePublished 2 years ago in PetlifeGrocery Puppy
We were hurrying to the car. It was winter and I was in 5th grade. My dad and I had just gotten groceries. The icy slush was cold as it clung to my worn tennis shoes. I wasn’t wearing socks, so my toes were starting to go numb. As we crossed the parking lot, trying to find the car, we heard it. Something was screaming and screeching in pain. Something wasn’t right. As we approached, it was apparent that whatever IT was, was in our car. My dad opened the hood and propped it. The sound was deafening. He stood there, unsure what to do. People were staring at us. It was dark outside and dark under the hood. But, I felt something inside me that said not to be scared. Without hesitation, I stuck my cold hands down under the car brains and pulled out a puppy. He was bloody from getting too close to the hot innards of the vehicle. He was shaking uncontrollably and didn’t have much energy left to put up a fight. Just like that, I was in love.
Nose to the ground
The elevator door opened. As I stepped out into the hallway, Dave had let go of the leash when a little black dog began running towards me from the end of the hall like a racehorse released from the gate. His long ears flapping up and down and tongue hanging out on one side. I stood still, not seeing any sign of slowing down, and positioned myself as a linebacker would. At that moment, I only knew one thing, I had fallen in love.
An Beautiful Day Spent With my Pet Jack
Everyone should have a goal in life, because without a goal life is like a empty glass. My goal is to travel different places and enjoy nature's versatile beauty, no matter either with friends or travel alone, I always enjoy my every trip. Sometimes I enjoy travelling with my friends, sometimes with my family, some times with my pet dog named Jack. Today I'm going share one of my travelling story with Jack, my pet dog. This travelling memory I liked most, because it was a sudden planning and me and Jack enjoyed that day a lot.
Rakhi ChandPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeWhat are the 10 most famous dog breeds?
All good canine types have a great deal of significance with the specific. The following top 10 canine types list we're having a look at all kinds of puppies from the small to the large. We're opting pets grounded on their station and ease of training as well as their cuddly and cute rudiments. But to be clear we love all types, now snare your leash.
James DravidPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeLife Unleashed with Trolley
Yes, his name is Trolley and no I did not name him that. He came with that name; he was found near the trolley in Tempe, Arizona. He was just one year old when I rescued him, a Cattle Dog and Pit mix. Oh, and he was missing a tooth. In other words, the cutest dog in the world! I was a senior at Arizona State University, living with my boyfriend at the time and he was against getting a dog since it’s a lot of responsibility with us still in school. But when I saw Trolley’s sweet face on the Phoenix humane society website, I called immediately to rescue him.
Meghan HarrisonPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeFrancie
Francie This is a true story about a very exceptional and wonderful dog. About 15 years ago, my beautiful basset hound Sheba, who was 13 years old, died. I was so very sad and upset and distraught that I vowed never to have another dog, because I had loved her so much and her absence hurt me so much. Soon after, we found a very fierce, angry, ugly, sick puppy in our garden. She was about 6 months old. I was so afraid of her because she was quite aggressive, but I could see that she was suffering from a disease called mange. She was in a terrible state. She had a broken foot, which I imagine probably a car had run over, and had twisted her right leg which was not treated in time, so it stayed twisted. She was living in our garbage box and was extremely thin and dirty. So my sister and I tried to get the animal association of the location where we live to come and take her away. We called about 20 different private and government associations, without any luck. We truly thought that she needed to have some professional help to put her to sleep as she was suffering too much. I began praying to St. Francis of Assisi, the Patron Saint of animals. Then a boy, who was working for us as a gardener, started giving her food from the meals we would give him, and clean water, and began talking to her and being friendly, showing her some love and affection. But the dog did not allow him or anyone else to touch her. Little by little, she became less aggressive. After a few weeks the gardener boy was able to rub her all over with burnt car oil, which is a local remedy for mange and this caused all of her hair to start falling off. She looked like a little pig ! But soon she was cured and started being very friendly with us. Good food, love and attention worked! Her hair grew out and was a lovely orange-brown color. We decided to keep her and named her Francie, after the saint we had prayed to her about, as we felt that the prayers were working.
Paulette PaganiPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeThe one I needed.....
The day I thought would never come one time came. I remember growing up we used to beg my mother for a dog. Like LILTERALLY BEG…… and not just for a dog. For any type of pet. Well, anything other than a fish. That was the only pet we were allowed. My mother was an OCD neat freak on crack. Meaning the chances of us EVER getting a dog was slim. The chances on us ever getting a pet that didn’t belong in a cage was nonexistent. Not a hamster, not a bunny, not a cat…. Nothing!
Carmen BlackPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeThe Beach Adventures Of Auri
As the golden ball of sun came up in the east gradually inching over the calm waters of Point Roadknight, my four-month year old Hungarian Viszla, Auri woke up and started licking my ears and face to wake me up. It was time for our morning ritual, her licking me to wake me up and me rubbing her belly and her back.
Matthew DawsonPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeMy Dog Real Story
My entire grown-up life I'd thought I was adversely affected by canines. Our children would ask for a canine, and I'd say, "It's a canine or me, your decision!" Besides being unfavorably susceptible, I'd considered a canine simply something more I'd have to deal with. I was really 'hostile to canine': If you carried your canine to our home, it needed to remain outside. Regardless of whether it was cold out. I was savage! I didn't have the foggiest idea about the names of my companions' canines. Canines just didn't make any difference to me. By any stretch of the imagination. My companion Ann loves to recount the narrative of how when her canine kicked the bucket, I kept in touch with her a sympathy note offering something like, "I can't relate by any stretch of the imagination, yet I needed to recognize that I realize this should be a truly miserable time for you." So when I had my 'canine arousing,' it was a really colossal life change.
Dr Smith JonsonPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeSomeone To Hold Onto
It will be just a little prick, that’s great, honey “take a deep breath and relax.” Good, see, it is not that painful. That's it; you're doing great! I promise it will be over in one moment, now exhale. I felt the release of the "pink cocktail" entering the port in my chest, and the sensation of peppermint icebreakers moved through my veins. I was escorted into the IV room to receive my infusion. The nurse asked if anyone would drive me home, and I politely said I would drive myself.