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.
To Own a Dog is to Know Love
There’s nothing comparable to the bond of a human and a canine companion. Felines are okay, but there’s just something about overly-excited tail wagging and super slobbery kisses that makes you feel right at home.
Maggie HarlessPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeMonroe in the Morning
On July 25th, 2021, my emotions were all over the place. I have always wanted an English bulldog. Today, my want would be
Blair AshleyPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeVargr
Every morning I wake up in a house overlooking 500 acres of central Texas land that I manage called Valkyrie Ranch. As I drink my coffee and look outside, I see something different every day. This land is an exotic game ranch dedicated to preserving various types of animals that would otherwise be extinct (or heading in that direction) in their natural habitat, such as Piere-Davids, blackbuck, oryx, wildebeest, fallow, etc. Most of them roam freely around the property; some are in their enclosures - for their safety and ours. Working with them can be one of the most rewarding occupations, but it can also be one of the most heartbreaking.
Jim StovallPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeAn Old Mutt
I...don't really remember my dog that much. I've had a couple over the years, but unfortunately, they've either died or run away.
Antonio Obi-wan Abinadi FloresPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeLove Well...
I have always been an anxious and depressed mess. On my first day of work as a teenager, I had such a horrific panic attack that I passed out, hit my head and woke up covered in deli meats. I was nervous about deli meats. Then I was depressed that I was nervous about deli meats. It’s a cycle that’s very hard to break. And I had done a pretty good job of handling it for the next 15 years. Until March 2020.
Hayley FrazierPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeRemy
I never expected to love anything as much as I did the minute that I met Remy. The day feels like the first day of my real life, like everything before it was just a dream, that every memory that led up to that day was just imagined. It is so interesting to think about how quickly your life begins to matter- that your heart feels whole when you didn’t even know that it was missing a piece before that moment. That is exactly how I felt thinking about the moment I met Remy. His short fawn coat, soft brown eyes, and floppy ears made up the perfect image of the dog that I once dreamt of having.
Christopher CharestPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeMeeting Remy
Misha passed away in July. She was old, a beautiful, sweet little girl. Well, not so little. She was a german shepherd, bloodhound mix, about 120 pounds and taller than me. But she was strong and loving and gentle, and passed away from cancer in her sleep.
Atticus GreysonPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeHow Sir Lancelot Brought Smiles To Strangers During Our Pandemic Roadtrip
We are globetrotters. Always were. Even the corona pandemic didn't stop us from travelling. When I say us, I mean me and my best friend Sir Lancelot Von Phillipsdorf.
Oberon Von PhillipsdorfPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeThere is a CHANCE that he's going to run away.
To be honest, I have been waiting to make this “joke” for so long, but now I have to explain the joke. My dog’s name is Chance. I don’t know who he was named after and why he was named after that thing or person. All I know is that my dad had named him, and after a few years of having Chance, my dad has left. He left our family behind, my sister, my mom, but the person, well animal, who was hurt the most by his departure was my dog. Chance was heartbroken. Of course, he didn’t come up to me and tell me that, but I could. We all could see it behind his cheery smile, the feelings of devastation. Chance gets so excited every time my dad visits and acts like a puppy again.
Ceo Of DyingPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeThe last ride
“Come on old mate, let’s go for a drive” Ronin lifted his head from his bed and looked at me. I had his lead in my hand although I knew we wouldn’t need that today, I just thought it would help make it all seem a bit more normal. The momentary burst of excited energy in his eyes, unfortunately, couldn’t be matched by his old legs, as he tried to lift himself up the pain shot through his body, he let out a little whimper and lay back down. I knelt next to him, put my hand on his back, and said, “It’s ok buddy, I’ll…” but I couldn’t finish the sentence. The tears started to well in my eyes again, I tried wiping them away with my arms. Instead of talking, I ran my hand along his old fur hoping he wouldn’t notice how upset I was.
Dog Daze
Finnegan was a rescue times two over when I got him. He started his life in an abandoned row home in Philadelphia and his first rescue had never owned a dog. She wasn't a bad person. She just didn't realize the needs of a dog. It took awhile, but I finally convinced her to give Finn to me. I was told that he wasn't good at obeying and was a runner if he got lose.
Carolyn CrouchPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeLife Unleashed
We could only guess at what she’d been through. We could only tell it had been nothing good. Not that she was scared — American Staffordshire Terriers seem to know no fear — rather, she was wary. Distrustful, stressed out of her poor little mind and clearly not used to anything ‘normal’ for a dog. Driving her home from the pound, I sat with her in the back seat, holding her tightly as she bounced around on the seat. I tried to wrestle a tennis ball from her that she was busy chewing up fanatically. During the half-hour ride to our home, she had devoured three of them.
Andrea Pronk-De PalmPublished 2 years ago in Petlife