health
Playing is fun, but a pet owner's primary responsibility is to monitor their pet's health and look out for medical problems.
My Goose Caboose
I remember the evening she came into this world. My father's dog was heavily pregnant and had been pacing and panting for most of the afternoon. We knew she was going to have her puppies soon, though we hadn't expected her to start having them right on my younger sister's lap. The eight year old had been running her hand through the course black fur of the shepherd/lab mutt, when suddenly a mortified look crossed her face; “She peed on me!” Was the screech of indignation. But when Tally stood up, rather than a puddle of pee, there was a small squirming mass still in its birthing sac. A thick boy that would fondly be named Fat Cheese (a name that his future owners would thankfully change). The rest of the evening was a blurred memory of excitement, and by morning our house had twelve new lives in it; eight males and four females.
By Tianna Steinman3 years ago in Petlife
A Last, Lasting Memory
My most cherished moment with my Catahoula was her last. I lied my belly on the cold tile of the vet office, face to face with Roxy while she rested on her favorite blanket. I pressed my forehead to hers, holding her paws while a final drug injected into her vein. Her last, deep breaths brushed across my nose in a warm wash. I kissed her snout, tears falling to dance down her fur. Roxy's big eyes closed peacefully.
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in Petlife
Paws on My Heart
If it were not for Mollee and Dexter, I would not be alive today. Earlier this year, I was diagnosed with chronic PTSD, anxiety, and depression because of my time in the military. Over the years of having Mollee and Dexter, I did not know for sure I had PTSD until after Mollee passed away last November. My family and friends love me but only one understands me and she is not located extremely close to me, so Mollee and Dexter have been my support system for over a decade.
By Jason Wagner3 years ago in Petlife
Two Pounds of Hope - The Little Dog Who Lived
When I think about my favorite memory with my dog, I’m not sure if there is an exact one that I can pinpoint. I had never owned a dog before. At least not since I was an infant and had no memory of it. My mom and step-dad both worked time-consuming jobs that were far from home, so having a dog to grow up with wasn’t an option. I dreamt of it, I wished for it, but I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.
By Abigail Pollard3 years ago in Petlife
How to train a dog to smile?
A dog grinning gives a very sunny and warm feeling, and makes people think that the dog likes her very much. This kind of dog is very likable, but not all dogs grin. If you want to Your dog laughs like this, and you can train it to do so. How to train a dog to smile? Here are a few ways to teach you how to train your dog to smile.
By Be Inspired - Be Motivated3 years ago in Petlife
I’m Learning To Be Gentle With My Aging Dog
If you’ve been following me for some or most of the time I’ve been writing, you know that one of my very best friends is my little dog, Libby. Or Mooch, as she’s known to immediate family, a few friends, and some social media contacts. She lives up to that name and then some.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer3 years ago in Petlife
My White Spirit Dog
Thirty Years Ago: My mother had passed away two weeks earlier, and I slept on the couch most of the time, day and night. One morning, I was napping on the sofa and woke up, but I could not move or talk. I could only observe and watch my grandmother, mother, sister, and myself doing laundry in the kitchen sink. In my vision, it was a beautiful spring day. I could see outside and noticed a small black dog looking up at the three people she was with and then back over at me. It was cold and icy outside, but she appeared to glow with a beautiful white light surrounding and filling her.
By Denise Willis3 years ago in Petlife
