A funny true life dog story

Written by Stephen Hill

This isrepparttar story of my dog called Shandy. He was my favourite pet and he was very lively, lots of fun and very obedient. His main passion in life was to be taken for a long walk, culminating with a big run out in his favourite park.

I would try to take him on this walk everyday, weather permitting. The park itself was about three miles away from our house. To reachrepparttar 148923 park we had to cross a number of busy roads, however he would never pull or misbehave. He knew where we were heading and seemingly did not want to rockrepparttar 148924 boat and risk been taken home before he reached his dream destination.

Atrepparttar 148925 park itself I would throw a ball and he would chase it and fetch it back to me.

At this stage I was living at home with my parents, however aged twenty two, I decided to rent my own bungalow nearrepparttar 148926 coast in Devon. This was nearly two hundred miles away from my parents in home in Birmingham. This obviously meant I was no longer inrepparttar 148927 position to take Shandy on his walk.

Buster the Beloved

Written by Janette Blackwell

“Dogs have owners; cats have staff,” and I have worked for some wonderful cats in my time. The one I loved best was named Buster. Buster had an unusual mind. He didn’t think like other cats; he didn’t act like other cats. Maybe that’s why I loved him so.

We got Buster fromrepparttar county animal shelter. We usually get our cats fromrepparttar 148922 county animal shelter. That way we save a life -- and we’ve gotten some great cats that way. One fall, after our cat had died and left a big hole in our lives, we went torepparttar 148923 animal shelter for a kitten. There were no kittens.

I was about to give up, but my husband Bill kept saying, “That one over there looks good.”And he did. He was about three-quarters grown, grey and white, and had a sweet, hopeful expression on his little face. Also, he was scheduled to be killedrepparttar 148924 next day. There was no time for us to go home and meditate onrepparttar 148925 matter.

We went torepparttar 148926 people in charge and said, “We’ll take that one.”

As we andrepparttar 148927 cat rode home, Bill picked out his name. We take turns naming our cats, and it was Bill’s turn. “We’ll call him Buster,” he said.


“When you’re mad at me, you say, ‘See here, Buster,’ and I’d like to have someone else around named Buster.”

When we got Buster home, he of course had to inspectrepparttar 148928 house. After a look around -- one briefer than that of most cats -- he went into my mother’s bedroom, whererepparttar 148929 sun was shining warmly on her pink bedspread. He jumped ontorepparttar 148930 bed and promptly went to sleep in a patch of sunlight, sprawled out on his back, paws up,repparttar 148931 way a cat sprawls when he’s feeling completely safe and happy.

“Home at last,” he was saying. “Home at last.”


At our house Buster had food available aroundrepparttar 148932 clock, but he must have been hungry as a kitten, because he didn’t think ofrepparttar 148933 other houses in our neighborhood as unfriendly. He thought of them as snack bars.

I later discovered that he got a slice of bologna from Pearl Cesare every morning around ten. He got milk from Bert Pigge shortly thereafter. Then he jumped onto a chair -- Bert had an especially desirable one -- and had a nap.

Buster was a successful entrepreneur fromrepparttar 148934 start.

The other cats welcomed Buster torepparttar 148935 neighborhood by hissing and snarling and letting him know he was in THEIR territory and he’d better get out. Well, Buster didn’t get out. He didn’t even get worried. I don’t know why; he just didn’t.

Then camerepparttar 148936 heavy artillery:repparttar 148937 neighborhood’s reigning tomcat.

I heard a noise like a furious air-raid siren coming fromrepparttar 148938 back yard. I looked outrepparttar 148939 window to seerepparttar 148940 huge reigning black-and-white tom crouched a few feet from Buster, making one ofrepparttar 148941 world’s most menacing sounds. But Buster didn’t seem worried. He listened politely. Then he noticed an autumn leaf spinning down toward him. The wind blewrepparttar 148942 leaf aroundrepparttar 148943 corner ofrepparttar 148944 house, and Buster followed after it, leaping and pawingrepparttar 148945 leaf as it spun.

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