Veterans Stadium

“Hi guys it’s blogs with Gerald, and today I just got a new german shepherd, she’s really sweet. Her name is Sammy, and she was $50 at petsmart. She was pretty lonely so I got her a cactus, and a dog bed. The bed is right next to the… Sammy! Don’t pee on the cactus you naughty girl. But like I was saying… Don’t rub on it you’ll hurt yourself! Now you guys in the comments section were telling me to go and get a job so I got one at Kohl's, and now I get $8 an hour. Oh and I think I might have a crush

Over the years, he has accumulated toys, lots of toys, not only from us but also from our children and grandchildren. One of his favorites is a one-quarter size frisbee. Another is a squeaky cloth mole looking toy and the, five or six little yellow tennis balls. When we throw the frisbee he will chase it pick it up then wait until the ball is thrown. Slinging his head to one side he runs to get the ball. He will then put the ball in the frisbee and bring them both back and drop them at my feet

A dog owner in Pennsylvania got a surprise when she took her pet to the vet with stomach woes. Surgery was required to relieve the dog of an unusual range of stomach contents that included eight pairs of underwear. As the parent of a fur baby, it can sometimes be hard to decide whether a delicate tum is a short-lived affair, or warrants a trip down to the vet quick smart. Here are five signs that may help you better understand why your dog is unwell, so that you can make a more informed decision

Morty visits Dr. Saul, the veterinarian, and says, "My dog has a problem." Dr. Saul says, "So, tell me the problem." Morty explains, "He's a Jewish dog. His name is Izzy and he can talk.” "He can talk?" the doubting doctor asks. "Sure, watch this!" Morty points to the dog and commands, "Izzy, Fetch!" The dog walks toward the door, then turns around and says, "But why are you talking to me like that? You always order me around like I'm nothing. And you only call me when you want something. And then

Digger It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and the grass was green, in middle of the yard was a trampoline. The net was black and the mat that covered the grey silver springs was a medium dark blue and has holes from the dogs going up and down and up and down. You could hear the paws go off the mat and makes the spring go back to it’s original position, I was doing a flip. Five minutes had passed before I heard a vomit noise that sounded like water coming down a faucet. Then I saw Digger

On Wednesday, June 18, 2003, I had finalized the decision to put my incapacitated dog to rest. It became a reality. I clearly remember the warm, breezy day that occurred two weeks ago. As I sat in the freshly cutgrass of my front yard, I paid no attention to the sounds of the birds that were singing or the leaves that were dancing on the trees. All that was on my mind was the details of the last 13 years and remembering the times we shared together. As I kept trying to convince myself that he would

I remember August 11th vividly because it was the worst day of my life. It’s been one month since I lost my dog. He was an eight month old German Shepherd that brought joy to everyone that he met. He was slightly taller than most german shepherds his age. Most of his body was covered in black fur, his legs were a beige color. It looked like he was wearing Ugg boots all the time. His eyes reminded me of a flame because they were a crimson red and orange. Most people said his eyes reminded them of

Unexpectedly Gone “Yeah, he’s pretty sick. Well I’ll see you tomorrow, goodbye!” I called to my friend Elizabeth, who was plotting beside me. As soon as the bus stopped, I leaped from my leather seat. The sun was shining through the front window; I could even feel the heat blaring on my back. I turned my head to look out the window, and the sky was bright and clear. I was in the front seat, so I was the first one to scramble off the bus. “Bye Ursula! I hope your dog is okay,” Elizabeth exclaimed

Old Smeller It was Lilian’s big day. Dr. and Mrs. Vandertramp were thrilled that Lillian was so happy on her 9th birthday. Her smile was so bright when she went down(Desendre) the stairs that day. They were throwing her a party with all of her friends coming. The party didn’t start till 1:30 so she still had plenty of time to get ready. She wore a big pink dress with a plump pink bow on the back. She went out(Sortir) the back door to the backyard and all her friends were there. She looked on the

“Izzy, come here girl,” I called, marching through the snow to get my dog. I grabbed her collar and began walking her to the house so I could go eat breakfast. Though Izzy started to lose her hearing, I spoke with her as if she understood everything I said. As we trampled towards the house, I took in the beauty of the Cheyenne winter. Once we reached the house and I put Izzy in her kennel, it dawned on me that my dog had arthritis and her hearing started deteriorating. Finally out of the cold, I