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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.
Overnight, I Have Become the Mother of a Toddler Shih Tzu
I’ve written a bit over the last year about our rescue dog, Berkeley. Long story short, Berkeley came into our possession soon after my husband and I were engaged, when a family member decided they no longer wanted their Shih Tzu and were planning to sell him on the internet.
By Gillian Sisley5 years ago in Petlife
My 2021 Resolution - Be More Dog. Top Story - February 2021.
It is 7.30am on a wet and dreary January day. I am contemplating getting out of bed and preparing for the day ahead, not really wanting to move from the cosy comfort of my nest beneath the duvet but knowing that I really ought to.
By Sophie Jackson5 years ago in Petlife
Living With A Mocha
When my husband brought Mocha home we had no idea just how much our lives were about change. When I woke up that morning I called my husband to ask where he was. He told me he went to bring his aunt to one of her friend's house. A little while later he called me and asked me if I wanted to take care of a Chihuahua. My Nana had a Chihuhaha once, and his name was Santana. That little demon was horrible. He would attack anyone and everyone, so when he asked me if I wanted to take care of one I said not really because of my experience with Santana.
By Claudia Nicole Parker5 years ago in Petlife
One Good Friend
If you are lucky, you will have at least one really good friend. If you are really lucky, that friend will be a dog. For my wife that dog was Elroy, for me it was my Katie. As I recall I didn’t want to bring another dog into our household. We already had two dogs and a cat, and I didn’t think another one was needed. Elroy and Virgil were going on seven and I never experienced having a pup to grow up with. My wife knew if I would see the pups, I would want one. She made arrangements to see a litter of pups and we had second pick.
By Al Russell5 years ago in Petlife
My Pet Ownership (Part 2)
Some pets stay with us for a long time, while others much shorter periods. After the loss of my Persian cat, (see Part 1) I did not want another pet of my own. However, in her infinite wisdom, my aunt gave me a Chihuahua for my twelfth birthday. As I was used to a large Alsatian, this tiny little thing seemed so fragile in comparison. I called her Poppet and cradled her in my arms most of the time. At the same time, my youngest sibling was maneuvering a baby walker around the house and bumping into everything, including everyone’s ankles. This would result in peals of laughter from him and screams of pain from us. Chasing Poppet became a great game and the poor animal would squeeze herself behind the sofa to escape. Unluckily, for Poppet, she was not always fast enough, and my baby brother would grab one of her back legs and swing her around before letting go. This was too much for me and my parents, so Poppet was returned to my aunt with thanks and an explanation that for her own safety it was best. I satisfied myself with our new Alsatian, also called Nikki and the puppies she produced, all thirteen of them for some time as well as the guinea pigs and rabbits.
By Mandy Eve-Barnett5 years ago in Petlife
Beautiful Days
I didn’t know what I needed was a friend. One that loves you regardless of who, or what you were. It didn't matter if I had been mean, selfish, cruel, inpatient, or insecure. Not that I wanted to be any of those things, but sometimes I was. Those were ugly days. I felt ugly. I was ugly. Those days made it impossible to be around another person, another human. Yet, being lonely only compounded how long it took to dig out from under the shame and guilt from having behaved that way in the first place. Humans can forgive, but they still keep score.
By Elizabeth Livecchi5 years ago in Petlife
