If the parents have some bad traits it's very likely that so will the puppy. Chi's can be very neurotic if you let them be.…
I remember seeing the frustration in his eyes; he tried to communicate and would move his mouth to tell me his needs but I was unable to understand. He would become angry, sad and even cry uncontrollably. I took care of his physical needs but I was lacking the ability to grasp him as a whole being.…
Then my friend gave me a kitten. It was abandoned by her mother and my friend picked it up. He was so small and I decided to have one to help him. It was only two weeks and cannot control himself pee or poop. On the first week, I tried my best to help him survive and hope that he could grow up and be a good friend to me.…
Ever see a child blow up? There are many things that could have caused that, energy, anger, bad weather, or being cooped up. With a “pit bull if it’s cooped up it might get aggressive” (wikihow, how to train a pit bull). If you put a regular dog in a kennel then take it out for a run, it will be beside itself with joy. Pit bulls aren’t like that they can turn on you, if not exercised, or not properly exercised. If you treat them with respect they will behave, you have to listen to their body language.…
When I was in first grade, my mother finally relented and bought my sister a dog, a tiny, black Cockapoo puppy she named “Pepper”. Allison had wanted one for a long time and her pleas were duly noted after she tried to bring our cousin’s dog back to Maryland with us. The tantrum on the way home when her plans failed was the tipping point. A year passes and my mother loves Pepper so much so she wants another dog. There was an unspoken agreement that this second dog would be mine. A day's trip back to the breeder in Virginia and we learned there weren’t many Cockapoo puppies left to choose from. My parents idea to get a white one and name it “Salt” were, understandably, put on hold. Nevertheless, I examined the few puppies left and choose one…
No, she didn’t get bit or anything like that, but it did impact me in a strong way. It was a nice, clear, blue skyed day when I came upon her walking down the sandy road, which I live on. She was on the sidewalk and we were about to walk past each other when she halted and stopped to stare stony eyed at my loving Sonya. Swiftly she stooped her curly haired, barbie doll looking daughter with perfect ringlets gracefully falling down her pink polka-dotted dress. The woman then proceeded to cross the road onto the otherside of the gravely road in which there was no sidewalk to trot along on. This made me feel very angry because she judged my canine friend without even getting to know her but in that split second she made up her mind that all pitbulls are devils from…
Perhaps a new puppy is what you desire. Bringing home a new puppy is exciting, even magical, and no doubt about it, you’re going to have a lot of fun together. To properly raise a puppy, planning, preparation and knowledge of puppy care is critical to avoid unnecessary stress. Raising a puppy is a bit like learning to become a writer. There is certainly some magic in the writing process, and, like raising a puppy, the same dedication to planning and preparation is required to be successful. Over time, the learning curve escalates for both puppy and writer alike. In my writers profile essay, “The Reading Corner,” you will follow my journey as a writer from childhood through my present day prowess as a writer.…
The first step of getting my dog began we went to the rescue to take dogs out on walks which I really wanted to do. While we were there I saw on a flyer, my soon to be dog without knowing it, a dog as cute as a baby bunny. It turns out, I was not old enough to walk the dogs, which was like emotionally being hit by a truck. I had to just walk while my mom walked the dogs, which was okay. My mom got more involved with the rescue, and one day while I was at school she was washing dogs, and the dog from the flyer was scared and ducked…
If I could relive a difficult situation it would be the time that I left my dog in the Dominican Republic.…
In el salvador there are more stray dogs than people in certain places and its a house rule that you dont feed or pet them no matter the reason or how scrawny or near death they may be. My grandmother the one who made this rule, was the first to break it. My grandmother was born in bloomington indiana into an alcholic family both my great grandmother and grandfather were alcholics for most of their lives and so are most of of their children now, up until 2012 my grandmother was an alcholic and for most of my child hood I dont have good memories of her but while I was in el salvador the grandmothe I had always hoped for returned. When I was little and my mother left to adopt my siblings in ukraine my grandmother stayed with us for months at a time and I do not remember these times fondly my grandmother was still a drunk and extremly abusive this was 7 years ago and after this happened I didnt see my frandmother for many years almost 3 or 4. until my grandmother stopped drinking but even then it still wasnt like what I saw when my granparents retired to el salvador. For the first time in my life my grandmother was kind and caring to the best of her ability which is astonishing considering shes bi polar and legally crazy, its not a short stretch to say that for the first time I saw her as a human being and not the demented being she once was. This changed me but it wasnt nearly as much as when she had me feed a starving puppy one day, I didnt know when I fed this dog that hed eventually become “my dog “ but it felt good to try and help him. I learned the back story to this dog a few hours after he left, it turns out his former “owners” kept him tied to a tree 24/7 and didnt feed him so that he…
I received a call from my son’s uncle, Harold asking if I would give him a ride to a friend’s house to examine some pit bull puppies she had for sale. At first I had planned other activities for the day, but my daughter who overheard the conversation begged me to go. I made the plans to pick him up and as we were getting ready to leave, I reminded my daughter that we were not going for us. I had owned dogs in years past, and after the last one was stolen out of my yard, decided it was too painful to own a dog. Also, I had heard all the horror stories of people having pit bulls around their kids. When we arrived at my friend, Courtney’s house, I heard the deep barking from inside. My friend motioned for us to wait at the front door as she put…
After this happened to me I learned dogs are very similar to people and can get sad too.…
There are many differences between the behavior and predictability of an older dog and a puppy. How can you resist a cuddly, cute, and pudgy, little puppy. By adopting a puppy you are never too certain on what you are getting yourself into. A puppy is an adorable pet, but that stage will only last for the first year or so. They will soon grow out of that adorable little animal and turn into a dog. Adopting an older dog is pretty much predictable, what you see is what you get. Although, you will not be able to enjoy that cute ball of energy, you will have a better idea of the over all personality of your dog and how it will act more on a day to day basis. The dog will be at its full size from the earliest of a year old to three years old, and the crazy chewing and nipping stage is most likely out of the way because they will have all their teeth in. When teaching older dogs a new habit, they are more mind-set and alert on what is going on, making them easier and faster to train. With this being mentioned, you can teach a dog new tricks!…
I was never a dog lover. My kids always wanted a dog. I dug my heels in but eventually, they wore me down with chorus’ of “please can we get a dog?” Begrudgingly, I began looking for a dog. It was to be a Christmas present for my kids, an older dog, a trained dog. I knew that I did not have the patience for training and I knew that when kids say they will help; I knew exactly what that meant.…
It was a lovely winter on Christmas day, while my family got together to open all the beautifully wrapped gifts with elegant ribbons and sparkling decorations on them, somebody knocked the door. I had a feeling that it would be my boyfriend, and I rushed to see who it was. Butterflies rushed through my stomach as I opened the door; I saw his bright smile and fancy clothes. As soon as I looked down I saw a brown basket wrapped in a yellow cloth on the top and I was curious what it was.…