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.
THE TAIL OF MY TOY POODLE
It all happened suddenly in November when I called 911 because I had gotten sick with colitis. It was a normal night and the colitis came without warning. I was lying down on my bed with my stomach hurting so badly. I knew exactly what made me sick, it was colitis. I had been thru this a few times before! I had no choice but to call 911 and have the paramedics come to my home. I was in a lot of pain when they arrived at my home. They came and took my vital signs and started an IV. That night I made it to the hospital in an ambulance. I had to leave my home suddenly and poor Smokie my toy poodle was left all alone!
By rose m lewis5 years ago in Petlife
One Furry Day
Stirring from his resting spot at the foot of the bed with his humans, Fender slowly starts to wake. One of his humans, Julie, has already risen and is readying herself for the long ride they will take as a family every morning. Fender stretches his body, his slender build across the width of his bed. His other human, Never, lies deeply asleep, lying right beside Fender. Fender jumps out of the bed, "Good morning lady human," he says as he walks up to her, rubbing his body against her leg and licking her hand. "It's time to go outside lady," he claims excitedly, wagging his whole body, ready to start the day, ready for some adventure. "Come Fender, let's go potty," Julie says, as she leads him to the door, collecting his leash. Hurriedly, Fender rushes out the door. The smells are such a sensation, they drive him crazy and sometimes... he ends up in places he shouldn't be, where he gets scolded and in trouble by a lot of humans at once. But he just can't help himself, his mind and nose just erupt in a frenzy, and everything he smells is just amazing, leading him to the next thing and the next thing and then, well... you know what happens next. Fender, not quite one-year-old in human years, acts more like a teenager while running off and checking everything out. Today was a little bit different though, Fender could sense, moving through the yard, nose glued to the ground. Eventually, Fender looked up and noticed he wasn't at his home no more. He was now farther down the street at another human's home. Around the corner comes, a little black dog, no bigger than a ball, and starts barking. "Oh wow, another dog, I wanna play, you wanna play?" Fender exclaims excitedly walking up to the small dog. "No I don't wanna play, you get away from this house now, git! git!" the small dog barked. Shortly, the small dogs human appeared to check on her darling pup and began to scream, and scream and scream. She screamed at the top of her lungs for a short moment, when Fenders' human appeared. Fender walked over to her, head tucked down, tail tucked, he knew he had done something wrong. His human took Fender by his harness and led him back to their home and led him upstairs. She was stern in her voice when she spoke to him, only to tell him what he just did was bad. Fender couldn't understand why he was in trouble for just wanting to play and besides that, he couldn't help himself, with following all those amazing smells from one amazing thing to the next amazing thing that he would have the opportunity to inspect. Julie led Fender inside the house, and Julie and Never walked right back out the door, leaving Fender alone at the house. "What? What's happening? Where'd you go humans? I'm supposed to go with you human, you take me every day we ride in the car." Fender stood at the closed door, trying to make sense of everything that seemed to be happening so quickly. Eventually, Fender sat down, waiting, expecting his humans to come back and get him for their daily drive. Every day, Fender and his humans would ride in their little car, humans in the front and Fender in the back, driving through the countryside, passing the trees and the homes and the smells! Oh! The smells, Fender thought to himself, slightly smiling as he recalled how happy it made him to be with his humans all the time. Then he realized, after sitting and laying in the same spot for quite some time, that his humans were not coming back. Fender is upset, he doesn't like being by himself. He has been with his humans almost his entire life. Once they come to take him away from his brother and sisters, his humans took him everywhere. In the beginning, they used to take him in stores. But the smells and the people were too much for Fender, and he would jump at everyone, only wanting to play, to smell them and lick them. Then gradually, they just stopped taking him inside the stores and leaving him in the car. When they started leaving Fender in the car while they went in the store, he would bark and bark and bark. "I wanna go! Don't leave me! I wanna play too! Please let me go I need to smell them!!" Fender would bark and bark and bark, sometimes until his humans quickly returned. As the day passed by, Fender grew restless. So he began walking through the 2 bedroom apartment, walking from room to room to room and back again. He saw something out the corner of his eye. Fender stopped abruptly and turned around. Nothing. Then, he noticed it again. This time there was somebody there. "My humans will be home any minute and when they do, you'll be sorry" he growled. "And they leave me in charge of the house when they leave so you're already gonna be sorry!" as he lunged for the intruder, and began to shred them apart. Little pieces were floating all around him and falling on the floor as he pinned the intruder down on the floor and began to rip them apart, piece by tiny piece. "Bleh," he spits "gross, and it keeps getting stuck to my tongue and roof of my mouth" as he spits the intruder back onto the ground. Then he realized who exactly his intruder was. The trash can!! "Oh no, oh no oh no" he panted. Footsteps! "My humans are home" he wined. "Fender! We're home" they yelle as they walked in through the front door. As they approached, they saw the mess, and poor Fender, with his head bent down thought "maybe they won't even notice" "Ohhh Fender, what's going on here?" his owner exclaimed as they assessed the wreckage. Fender took his paw, and covered his face claiming "What? It wasn't me" His humans came to Fender and began to pet him, greeting him and loving him, and both agreeing that they would not leave Fender home alone if they didn't have to.
By Amanda Nug Nug Meadows5 years ago in Petlife
Did Somebody Say Squirrel?
As every dog knows, there is nothing better than a long, uninterrupted catnap to get their tails wagging. Especially if this nap is both proceeded and followed by the obligatory treats, head scratches, and cooing of the, “who’s a good boy?”.
By Jacquie Mayhorn5 years ago in Petlife
Gizmo's Revenge
Gismo’s Two Triggers Years ago, my family had a full-blooded Pekingese. His name was, Gizmo. That’s him in the picture up top. Gizmo was one of the sweetest and easy-going dogs I had ever seen. He had a lot of energy, but he was still pretty laid back and accepting of just about any situation. However, there were always two things that would make him instantly angry and change his attitude. From the time he was a puppy, all the way through adulthood, if he heard the word, “bath” or was left alone, he would turn into a spiteful little thing.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Petlife
Bella the Good Puppy
I can hear my human’s car revving as she pulls out of the driveway. A daily ritual that occurs at exactly 7:15 a.m. on the dot. The morning air has become crisp and the smell of homemade spiced coffee comforts the kitchen. This is my favourite season: the one where the trees shed their coats, leaving the streets painted with brightly coloured leaves. Every morning before she leaves, my human takes me out for a short, brisk walk. My warm breath is visible as it spurs out of me like smoke. I pretend I’m a dragon while I hop along the grass looking for the perfect spot to relieve myself and simultaneously mark my territory.
By Camille Sanghera5 years ago in Petlife
The Chronicles of the silliest Guard Dog
Knock, knock. My eyes snap open. Knock. My ears prick. Knock, knock. This must be it; the enemy. I leap from the sofa and send out an alarm call. Quiet. I run to the kitchen and grab the nearest weapon. This is what I've been training for. Knock, knock. Again? The enemy is persistent. My cry for back-up has proven futile so I try once more, louder this time. I wait, grasping my weapon firmly. I will not let the enemy win, I need to make the humans proud, if only they were here now to see how brave I am being.
By Lauren Chambers5 years ago in Petlife
Jorge’s Door Watching Sleep Routine
Jorge’s Door Routine When Only I Was Home He has since passed away, but the family dog, Jorge, had a routine that he would perform every time my parents were gone. His routine only changed slightly when there were no humans at all in the house. When my parents were gone, he would alternate between staying on my heels and going to check to see if there were any indicators that they had returned. Of course, I never could figure out why he would constantly check the door, after all, he could hear someone outside from inside, even if he was on the other side of the house from where they were.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Petlife
Living With a Dog Who Stole Our Heart
My Heart Melts I’m sitting on the sofa cuddling my precious dog, Chewy, while he lies on my lap. I can’t help but smile with the loving feeling that takes over me while I stroke his soft back. He sleeps so innocently and his snoring just broadens my smile. I love my husband dearly, but I have to admit that Chewy’s snoring is the only one that brings a smile to my face. Even though my leg feels numb, I can’t bear to move because I don’t want to disrupt his rest.
By Debbie's Reflection5 years ago in Petlife
Mom's Gone
My sister Sophie and I were laying outside in the warm October sun. Trying to be good girls for our mom who was resting after having a heart attack. It had been a very scary couple of days. Our grandma was taking care of us while momma was in the hospital recovering. We were both very worried about our momma, she takes care of us and we missed her a lot. She did come home and while she looked tired and sore we could tell she was feeling a whole lot better. For a few days she just stayed at home and rested but eventually she said she needed to run some errands.
By Kristin Sasha Bear McConnell5 years ago in Petlife
