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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.
A Best Friend I Never Deserved
As I sit to write this, I am more than aware of the uncomfortable road down which this memory will take me. I was not a good dog owner. I wasn’t a bad owner either: Beryl had shelter, space, food, insurance, regular vaccinations, and regular veterinary care. What I did do was take her for granted and, ultimately, did not show her the love she deserved.
By Dominic McGowan5 years ago in Petlife
Holly's Haven
"No. We don't need another dog." With that confirmation, my heart sank all the way to the basement beneath me as my Dad's voice rang true and final. I returned the phone to my Mom before I shuffled off to my bedroom in the devastating defeat of a seven-year-old's well structured argument.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Petlife
A Foster Failure
Let’s face it, making friends is difficult and seems to get more difficult with age. Children deserve a lot of credit for truly streamlining the friendship process: walk onto the playground, find a kid, show them your red Power Rangers toy, and you’re in. As an adult, this gets complicated by factors that suddenly seem to matter. We’re tired and anxious- do we really have it in us to risk it all on a coworker that seems like they may be a fun addition to our weekend hike? There is a risk-to-payoff assessment that we make every time we decide to engage with a new friend and dogs are no different.
By India Love Silver5 years ago in Petlife
Charlie and Beatrice
Some years ago, my friend Jennifer acquired a beagle called Beanz. Beanz had belonged to an American family who were returning home and could not take her with them. She was a large, ponderous, matronly, sneaky dog who lived solely for delectation of food. Having said that she was in fact quite a nice girl who happened to love her tuck a little too much.
By a.a.gallagher5 years ago in Petlife
Feisty The Stray Dog
"Auntie" "Auntie" is all I heard when my nephew came running through my front door. I immediately assumed something happened to my son over at the park because he wasn't behind my nephew when he came crashing through the door so I in return looked at him and screamed what! "Is everything ok with Keiandre? As my nephew came closer to approaching me right before my eyes appeared a little beautiful two toned mixed breed white and light brown doggy that needed a full bath.
By Myesha Palmer5 years ago in Petlife
Nacho's Life
It all began with a beg, then a plead, then a cry from our kids. "We want a dog, please?" "We will do anything you want if you get us a dog." My husband and I sat there looking at each other trying to figure out the best way to say no to them. We asked them to give us some time to think about it. My husband admitted he was ready to get a dog again after the last incident with rescuing a dog. I was still unsure; my heart was still broken. I wasn't sure I would be able to love a dog again. In the end, we agreed to go to the Humane Society to just look to see what they had available. Little did we know how doomed we were.
By Erin Rosenthal5 years ago in Petlife
Don’t Shoot!
My husband was going to shoot him when we first saw him on the monitor. John was by no means a hunter. Or a killer. Although he had killed chickens before I met him. To feed the three growing boys he had with his first wife. At that time, they could not afford to buy meat at a grocery store. Now that he was doing better financially and all his children were grown with their own families, John sees no necessity in killing to eat. He prefers to let someone else do the killing. It was not something he enjoyed doing.
By Sway Jones5 years ago in Petlife
Sometimes, She's a Goose
After all the effort I had poured into the three-year relationship, after all I had sacrificed, leaving my home, my family, my friends, and moving to a big, strange city, I finally decided to leave, walking away from the two dogs we had adopted together.
By Davia Buchacher5 years ago in Petlife
She was Meant to Live
It was a rainy day in May, when I was in 5th grade. For a few weeks now I had been excitedly waiting to get my second puppy, a lab. Traveling far isn't an issue when the nearest major city is 65 miles away from you. Such was the case when I was going to pick up my new dog. It was a free-for-all essentially, as you got to pick whichever puppy you wanted. We made it to Saint Maries but many things were immediately amiss. These puppies that were supposed to be eight weeks old were much younger than that, no puppy parents were to be found, and they were running amok. It made my parents and I uncomfortable.
By Kaitlyn Nave5 years ago in Petlife
