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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.
5 benefits of walking your dog daily
The benefits of walking with your dog We have already told you about the many health benefits that adopting an animal brings. But did you know that walking has many benefits for both humans and dogs? Studies have shown that for overweight people and dogs, a 30-minute walk three times a week can:
By faizan sabir5 years ago in Petlife
Just a Dog
Like me, I’d like to think that my father’s love of dogs came from his father. Unfortunately, I can never be sure. I never knew my grandpa Shaw. He passed away when I was three, so any bit of knowledge about him has come from my father, aunts, and uncles, siblings, or cousins. That isn’t to say I don’t have memories of him. I remember an old hunched-over man with a kind smile and a traumatizing sense of humor.
By Frank Shaw5 years ago in Petlife
Old Australian Shepperd
Lately, I haven't been okay. Life loses color as you get older and as the colorful world I once knew as a kid fades away into a dim gray. One can't help but wonder why things can't be like they used to. I think it's because as I have gotten older I live more in my mind than I do in reality. Constantly worrying about hypotheticals that may never happen, worried about aspects of my life that I deem unsatisfactory yet I know I am trying my hardest.
By Christopher Munoz5 years ago in Petlife
Special Dogs With Suspected Hip Dysplasia
With this article, I want to inform you of the great importance of detecting hip dysplasia early. Depending on the age of detection, the surgical possibilities and the prognosis very gradually. We want to inform you what Hip Dysplasia is, when and how it can be diagnosed, and inform you of the different Surgical Solutions, which, depending on the age of the pet, can be performed at any veterinary hospital.
By Dominicthomas5 years ago in Petlife
Sigmund
He wasn’t one who often dealt with the soreness of his limbs after hard work. Hard work.. As if it was even close to being a physically gruelling activity. It was nothing short of a slight strain. But as the next hour curled around the longest finger upon his school-age wall clock, his arm seemed to ache like no other. Each word seemed to take more energy out of him than the last, a bead of sweat forming from his cheek as he monitored the pain that overcame him. The pain, at least, was familiar-- he had just never felt it so physically. To such an intensity that he felt a sickness overwhelming him.
By Tyler Barry5 years ago in Petlife
Brute's Little Black Book
Brute’s Little Black Book I just got in from work, I know Brute’s tiny bladder is ready to implode. I throw on some sweats and never miss a beat, I scoop meat head up like an NFL running back recovering a fumble headed for the end zone. We arrive at the park and take a brisk stroll along the perimeter. The cool breeze is refreshing, we go around twice after settling on a lakeside bench. We love to people watch at least I do Brute just loves being outside, my favorites are the pet owners. An old woman once scolded her poodle for being constipated. The strangest so far has been a half-naked woman with a Boa around her waist. She seemed spacey borderline insane, the snake seemed more like a hostage instead of a pet. If it slithers it would not be my first, second or any choice of pets. Brute runs back and forth along the bench poking his chest out, barking at everything that moves. Like a soldier guarding his piece of the park, wagging his stub, slobbering on everything. Not a care in the world as he marks his territory over and over. The first time I laid eyes on him, I was tipsy. I wasn’t sure if he was a ferret, a dog or a weasel, he was all bone, no meat. Corrine was fed up with her career and our relationship. She was strong enough to end the charades always the realist I would have dragged things out. During our breakup she confessed that she wanted to fall in love but love would hinder her career. I think I loved her I do know I deeply cared for her. Obviously not enough, I never tried to salvage what we had. When she stormed out, it hit me a few hours later, she was not coming back. I felt something not sure what, guilt or a broken heart. Whatever it was I tried to drown it with three bottles of red wine. I had no desire to be alone or sulk all weekend.
By Zoe Miller5 years ago in Petlife
