humanity

Isn't it ironic that the very best of humanity is seen through the love and empathy we show to our pets?

  • Ricky Pickard
    Published about 3 hours ago
    The Goat

    The Goat

    I am a country boy born and raised in Middle Tennessee. My upbringing was fairly well. I was carry a .410 shotgun at age five shooting squirrels and rabbits and such. We would either share our game with friends and family or eat them ourselves. Point being country folk tend to have an extraordinary way to make do with they have. With that being said, there are a lot things that we country folk find rather tasty that would probably be disgusting to average Joe. "Yes I have ate everything from hog guts to squirrel brains and when I was a young boy I found this to be normal and it was not that bad either. ("I don't have a taste for either these days.")
  • A.C. Magwood
    Published about 7 hours ago
    An Angel Puppy in Exchange for a Uterus: You Got a Deal GOD

    An Angel Puppy in Exchange for a Uterus: You Got a Deal GOD

    The Day God Gave Me the Victor(y) I Never Expected and Probably Don't Deserve I bought a first generation Labradoodle from a local farmer for $400, the VERY DAY I was released from the hospital following an emergency hysterectomy after a cancer diagnosis. I was 40 years old and childless because I had always figured that having a child would "just happen" for me one day, I guess. I had my fertility checked in my 20's during the first year of my marriage, but that was more out of simple curiosity, rather than some driving desire to have a baby as soon as possible. I had a clean bill of health, and I had never had a fibroid or polyp or anything out of the ordinary, so I figured it would eventually happen. But I also felt (or thought I did) okay with the idea that maybe it wouldn't happen, and I felt okay with that possibility too. I was already 40, but the feeling that my future was beautifully unknown, either way, kept me from ever actually mentally/emotionally confronting the topic of a child. I just didn't feel that strongly about the idea of being a mother, either way. But then, in one horrifying afternoon, a final decision on that topic was made for me. I went in for simple fibroid surgery on November 12, 2019, then 9 days later, on November 21, 2020, I'm being told by my OB-GYN of two years, who had flatly DENIED my request for an in-office endometrial biopsy months earlier, even dismissed my request that he do a simple CULTURE (which requires nothing more than half a minute of his time and a Q-tip, fyi, in case there are men reading this lol)... that my "fibroid" was actually a super rare form of Uterine Sarcoma and that I would need an immediate hysterectomy. The hysterectomy came on Wednesday December 11, 2019. On the morning of Friday, December 13th 2019, for the first time out of the 8 total days I had been brought a hospital breakfast tray, a pretty young woman in purple scrubs handed me that day's newspaper with the most genuine, and dazzling smile on her face that I had seen on any human being in what seemed like years to me. My spirit felt so pulverized that I didn't think I'd ever truly experience the joy that a simple kind smile from a stranger used to bring me, always right on time, though, the generously shared joy from a fellow human being is God's emergency anti-depressant, in my life's experience. But, I no longer even felt connected to my own spirit after the experience of the previous five months. It was an experience I can only describe as a feeling of being SHOVED onto a torturous journey of cancer by the cold and uncaring, incompetent little hands of a man who spent all of 3 minutes telling me about the extremely rare and aggressive Uterine Sarcoma that his lacking medical knowledge had insisted was simply a massive "fibroid" that had to be removed through a large C-section type incision because of the "highly unlikely" chance that it was a malignancy. HE told me that because of that "off-chance", it was vital that he had to remove the growth in one piece, because dissecting (also known as morcellating) a malignant uterine growth within the human body could release cancer cells throughout the entirety of that human body and there'd be no stopping it's spread in every direction. So, as much as I hate to admit to any form of vanity... 💅🏽lol, I reluctantly came to terms with the fact that I'd be losing one of the few perks of still being childless at 40... a smooth, shapely mid section. It's so ridiculous to think back when just a year ago my biggest concern was the hassle of rubbing cocoa butter on my belly day and night. I had no idea that I'd be nursing a far more deadly consequence than just my vanity in just 3 short weeks.
  • Morgan Graham
    Published 2 days ago
    Stories about Dogs

    Stories about Dogs

    Moonlight In the middle of the day, leaving to go out for a drink. Close the door, lock the door. On my way to the bar, there is this sense that there is something behind me, I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My stomach drops, my heart beats a little faster than usual. I slowly turn around, there is a moonlight dog with eyes I have never seen. The dog slowly sits, tilts it’s head at me to pet him. The grey/blue eyes staring at me, like he knows everything about me. Something very familiar with this dog, my skin gets goose bumps, the dog howls at me. This sound I have never heard before, sound of desperation and truth. I’m supposed to receive this message? What am I supposed to think?
  • Callum
    Published 3 days ago
    
Helping my autistic human prepare for her first Christmas since cancer took her mom

    Helping my autistic human prepare for her first Christmas since cancer took her mom

    Hello to all my wonderful readers. It's me your handsome blog writing friend Callum the border collie back to bark at you some more.
  • Anna Boisvert
    Published 4 days ago
    The Far Reaches of the Pandemic

    The Far Reaches of the Pandemic

    Mine will not the saddest story of loss in this strange new world we find ourselves living in. I have not lost my job, or my home. I have not even been sick, or lost anyone to COVID.
  • Grace Tudor-Beach
    Published 5 days ago
    The Food Chain- Are we really at the top?

    The Food Chain- Are we really at the top?

    I'm going to start with a simple question; Does anyone really have the right to decide what a soul is worth? Humans certainly seem to think they do. We have always considered ourselves the best species with the most intelligence but why? It can't be because we're at the top of the food chain, because Lions are at the top too. In fact, if we were to face one in a fight then the human would loose. So I keep asking myself this question; Why do we think we're better than every other species? Why do we feel that our lives are worth more than theirs? It can't be because we're more intelligent, because we're not. We are what we consider to be intelligent, but there is not only one kind of intellectual capacity. Perhaps some animals think it's funny that we can't survive without supermarkets. Or do we think they're not capable of thoughts like us? Animals are not here for us to use and manipulate as we wish, but are here to live alongside us. This is their home too but we are too selfish to even let them keep their "habitat" or like I said before, their home. They can do everything we can do and more, so why do they still, after thousands of years of fighting for minorities to be equal, have no real rights?
  • jamie harding
    Published 11 days ago
    Farmer  Young

    Farmer Young

    Farmer Young had a medium-sized farm, on which his piggery was his pride and joy. He had owned his farm, he would tell people, for many, many years but, he would add with a twinkle in his eye, the piggery only for many years. And over the course of these many years, Farmer Young’s joy of his piggery meant that it became his first farming port of call each morning, once Ronald, his cockerel, had proudly announced the new day with his quite tremendous crowing.
  • Callum
    Published 12 days ago
    Autism and Anxiety

    Autism and Anxiety

    ​Hi it's me Callum your friendly doggy blog writing friend. I am back this week with another blog to share with you. This week I would like to bark about anxiety which affects autistic people a lot as well as non autistic people. It even affects doggies like me as well as other animals.
  • Lisa Brasher
    Published 13 days ago
    Home Alone Pets

    Home Alone Pets

    "Mommie, Mommie where are you going"? Whether it be work, shopping, or going out on a date or with friends for entertainment, the guilt is enormous for true fur baby owners when they leave their babies at home alone. What are they thinking? What are they doing? Do they have enough food? Water? Are they warm enough? Cool enough? Are they feeling neglected and scared I won' t come home, or loved and can't wait for me to come home. Those eyes! How do I leave those eyes? She/he seems off today. Is she/he sick? Should I stay home? The insecurities are endless, as I am sure they are for parents of humans.
  • Thomas Lowry
    Published 16 days ago
    Bleu

    Bleu

    BLEU Written by Thomas Lowry 17/10/20 I don’t remember much about the day my mom and dad took me home. I was cozy in the kennel I shared with my sister, our tiny bodies caught up in each other in a way that might make even a circus performer blush. It might have been late spring, or early summer; the only evidence of the season was the small window adjacent to our kennel on the north side of the room. The window was rarely open, but when it was, fresh dewy air would slip underneath the opening, slink over and tickle my nose as I slept. I was the size of a roll of toilet paper back then, and when you’re that small the world doesn’t make much sense. It takes time to understand things right? It takes time to figure out where you fit in. What I can remember about that day, the day I met my parents is that I was very sleepy. I was so sleepy that I could barely keep my eyes open. The only voice I had known until then was hoarse and laboured, like a wire brush being scratched over rough leather. But that day, that special day, the hoarse voice was accompanied by two more voices. One was high and sweet, and the other, the one that stood out was deep, playful and warm. Even though I was so sleepy I knew that I liked that voice and I would be happy to hear it more. The deep warm voice untangled me from my sister and picked me up out of the kennel and cradled me in his hands. I wasn’t scared because well, to be truthful, I didn’t know my sister that well, and also because I’ve always been pretty independent. It’s not like I knew at the time that I was independent, if you get what I mean. It’s just a trait I have. People have different strengths and one of mine happens to be that I’m pretty independent. I’m quite happy being alone. I don’t need to be fussed over or anything. But when the warm deep voice took me into his arms I felt pretty good and was happy to be held by him. He must have liked me too because he kept touching my head. The other voice, the high sweet one, ran her fingers down my back. The voices continued back and forth for what seemed like a long time, and I was nodding off again; ready to go back to my kennel, to the warmth of my sister’s fur when it happened: instead of being set down back in my kennel, the warm deep voice and the high sweet one carried me right out the door!
  • Chatty Forster
    Published 17 days ago
    Why Pets are great for your mental health during lock down

    Why Pets are great for your mental health during lock down

    One positive about being stuck inside is that we get to spend time with out furry friends. Did you know that science says pets are good for your mental health, and have been shown to improve productivity in the work place.
  • Emily Aurelien
    Published 19 days ago
    Against Animal Cruelty

    Against Animal Cruelty

    From day one, I thought animals are much nicer than humans. I would see a dog in a kennel and wanna bring him or her home, the same with a cat.