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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.
Chloe Spoodle
Chloe didn’t start with that name, she was a little bundle of fur who couldn’t get upstairs without help and loved to be in the middle of games as my 4-year-old daughter played on the floor, bounding right through the middle. She started out as Daisy, Maggie, Flower then Lilly and finally we settled on Chloe, who was a spoodle or cockapoo. A cocker spaniel and mini poodle mix and she was the runt of the litter, in fact the last one left out of 8 when I saw her, tiny and cuddly. I had been sent to the breeders to bring home a hypo-allergenic golden doodle but when I saw how big there were at this farm, I asked for something smaller.
By Maryanne O'Keeffe Potter5 years ago in Petlife
So You Want To Own A Corgi Huh?
Eventually I knew if I ever got a Corgi, I would totally at some point spam the internet with his amazing good looks. Truthfully Morty has changed my life in a lot of ways that I don't think the average person would ever truly understand. In my previous blog post I mentioned being diagnosed with Bipolar Type II, and my struggles with mental health in general. So eventually I made it my goal to get a dog that would fit my "forever home" narrative.
By Kayla Lindley5 years ago in Petlife
My Four Legged Best Friend
This story actual begins 8 years ago, on November 3rd, 2012. For weeks I had been searching for a four legged friend to keep me company at home while my soon to be husband worked all day, everyday. I came across a post on Craigslist for free 5 week old Miniature Pinscher Puppies. I reached out and found out there were still puppies left so I set out for a 3 hour drive 3.5 months pregnant to snatch up one of these adorable pups. I get to the persons house and find a sweet little boy. He was so tiny he could fit in the palm of my hand. I was so excited about our new addition to our little family that I drove to the Vet clinic my husband and his sister worked at as groomer/bathers for their mom. I walk into the clinic and introduce this sweet pup to his new dad and "yaya" and Aunt. They were all very happy to see this little pup. Shortly after this the head Veterinarian of the clinic sees him and asks how old he is and I tell him he's 5 weeks old. The vet then tells me that I was misinformed because his eyes just opened which makes him only 3 weeks old and that he should still be suckling on mom. Shocked I ask what I can do for him and am told Goats Milk. We say by to everybody and proceed back home a few hours away then to the store where I pick up some Goats Milk for him. Then proceeds the journey of bottle feeding a puppy every 1.5-2 hours. This poor puppy didn't have his mom to teach him and didn't really have a name for a few weeks either. It wasn't until he was about 5-6 weeks old that he earned his name, Rambunctious Rascal, because he was barking at an empty water bottle. I taught Rascal everything including walking on a leash, wearing a collar, tricks, staying in a crate when I left, and so on and so forth. Fast forward to April of 2013, Rascal welcomed his little Sister to the family. They played and grew together and had tons of fun. About a year later Rascal tore his ACL after slipping on ice in the winter time, and then the other ACL a little over a year later. He became my Emotional Support Animal shortly after that when we realized he was helping my anxiety and depression better than the meds I was taking. Unknowingly, I got him a vest, patches, and special ID Cards and Leashes showing him as my ESA, before I learned none of those things are needed for ESAs. Here we are in 2020 Rascal is my four legged best friend, My comforter, and helper. He is 8 years old now and hard as I try I can't get him to lose weight, he's arthritic, and has hip dysplasia. If none of these things were an issue he could've become my Service Dog. But that's a topic for another story. My best friend and first kid, Rascal, My heart and Soul.
By Amanda Moir5 years ago in Petlife
Time Loops & Rabbit Holes
Did you know that sometimes we can pick up on energy from different time lines? For instance, ever have a day where you just feel off but you can’t quite put your finger on why you’re agitated/sad/anxious etc? As many empaths know sometimes this occurs when we’re picking up on someone else’s energy. But there are other occasions where no matter how hard we try to clear the energy, the feelings just won’t shift. That’s because the energy we’re picking up on is our own, but from another time! Perhaps a year, two years, or even 5 years ago! So in a sense it’s someone else’s energy because as Alice so eloquently said in Wonderland,
By Libby Brittain5 years ago in Petlife
The Tails of an Anxious Dog
I watch as my owner starts to get ready to leave and as I watch her my anxiety rises. She going to be gone just a few hours but for me, it feels like years before I can see her again. She gives me a treat, pats me on the head, and walks out the door. Who knows when I will see her again. I discard the treat and bark at the door for an hour begging her to come back. I go into her bedroom to find the perfect palace to leave her a present. I sit down and let drop the biggest poop a dog has ever pooped. I do it out of spite because she could have taken me with her to work and she did not. She says if she could she would but if I went with her she would be in trouble. I know it’s a lie what place would not allow a cute fluff ball like me.
By Amethyst Hayes5 years ago in Petlife
He's the reason we can't have nice things.....
I never imagined when my boyfriend, Tom and I picked up our little eight week old Australian Shepherd puppy that he would change our lives so much, for the better and make us so happy. But he did and he has also made us angry, worry, scared and so much more. Meeko came into our lives right after we said goodbye to my first dog, Kina. She was almost 15 years old and her health was failing. We made the hard decision to let her go be in peace and my heart was broken. Tom and I had been talking about getting a dog for a while, Kina had been living with my parents since 2008 when I moved. After losing Kina I told Tom that I didn't want to get another dog and at that moment I didn't know if I would ever want to get another one again. The thought of having to feel this pain all over again would be too much. We left it at that and didn't talk about it anymore.
By Michelle Moore5 years ago in Petlife
Oh, Rowlo
"Ah, yes. She’s letting me out! It’s potty time, but first... I must howl." "I am just so excited; we are going to play all day l—. She said she’s going to this work place again. I hate that place, whatever it is. I’m bored and she’s just now leaving. Also, where is my cookie?"
By Brooke Kallam5 years ago in Petlife
Home Alone; A Tale Of a Self-Proclaimed Karen/Spy dog
Hello human imbeciles, I am Esther the Brussels Griffon. I am writing to your species to show you a day in a dog’s life at home alone, the crap you don’t see while you’re away. You see, while you humans are away doing whatever you do. I am at home living my best teenage girl life.
By Elsa Jerde5 years ago in Petlife
The Party King
The day of Friday has come again, and the young King Louis peruses his castle after his parents have gone out for an excursion across the city. This means that Louis will be left alone late into the evening, which brings him much satisfaction, but first he must be sure that they are truly gone. He prattles about searching every room, every nook and cranny, to ensure that he is not mistaken. He does this every time after they have left simply because of that one Friday he got too lazy and forgot. The Queen, his lovely (albeit terrifying) mum, was hiding away working in a room in the tallest tower. She bellowed in anger when she caught him laying about on the lounge like a lazy sloth. He vowed ever since then to never again get caught on the sofa milling about. Still, Louis maintains a small semblance of grace because at that time she only caught him during his pregame rest rather than the main event of the day. This slight inconvenience left Louis quite pleasantly smug because, despite receiving a strong tongue lashing, his primary agenda each Friday would still go on.
By Christine C5 years ago in Petlife
