fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our pets, like why dogs wag their tails and cats purr.
Hunter
Birch The boy stepped through lit trees and cast shadows and his boots made a familiar thud with each step. The treads of his boots were heavy and supported his ankles with stiff leather uppers. The annual fall of leaves and the ensuing decomposing thatch created layers and pockets of air, making the impact of his steps resonate like a slow drum beat. All around, the patchwork of flaky white bark of the birch trees stood like tall skinny pillars of light dotting their way across the brown earth. The Birchwood Forest glimmered in the morning sun as low clouds crept in over the treetops. Light sneaked through from the east and the shallow slanted rays of morning light complimented the chill in the air as it hit the muted forest floor.
By C. E. Fintus3 years ago in Petlife
Owls Are Sad Too pt. 2
Owen the Owl is still seeming to dismiss the matter that he’s a sad boy. That’s a feeling of defeat and loss. Now by living in a general centre the mask of knowledge with how other suffering somebody’s come to facts with being this hopeless and then on with the situational cause of affect that there is nothing being simply there that can be getting fit in well with whatever there is to be to understood on how to discover something better or even how to discover something meaningful in a world so cold that is caught in with the worst of a badgering concept of what we the owls do by hating ourselves and what get done by hating others.
By Keanna Barry 3 years ago in Petlife
The bear
It was the cusp of June. The air dry and cloggingly hot. Kiki, a short little black dog with one white toe on her front right paw and a splash of grey around her chest, darted in and out of the dusty green bushes that dotted along the old logging road. She was just a mutt that I rescued, who in favor rescued me. More than once, but I will never admit that to my family.
By Jennisea Redfield3 years ago in Petlife
Dog Day Morning
It was a very cold January morning; one of those arctic daybreaks that one often encounters in wintry Montreal. Deciding to remain in bed at least until eight, I almost imperceptibly heard the sound of a scratch on the door. When I opened it, I found a cute cocker spaniel about to freeze to death. I let it in and thought that I heard it thank me. I brought it some warm milk and could have sworn that I heard it thank me again. I was getting ready to leave for work when I heard it wishing me a good day. I looked at the dog, it looked at me, opened its mouth and said: “Yes, you heard me! I spoke to you!” I was stunned. “I hope that you feel fine. You look quite pale. Although I am a dog, I do speak, English and French.” I regained my speech, and with extreme disbelief told it — there was no one else to speak to — that I knew that it was a prank. “My names are Honesty, Good Dog, Bad Dog, Sit, Roll Over, Jump, Fetch, Come Here, and Get Out,” it replied. Still doubtful, I mumbled my name. “I like your name,” uttered the dog and wiggled its tail. “Thanks!” I muttered. “What name do you prefer?” I added. “Yes,” said the dog. “Yes?” I asked. “Yes,” Yes replied. I smiled and was going to feed Yes, but she asked for a rain check. I sat beside her with a large coffee, feeling silly for a short while.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Petlife
Rocky The Standard Poodle. Top Story - January 2022.
When we were brand new at this game and had just started breeding our dogs, I was always surprised by the strange questions and strong beliefs of people who truly knew nothing about dog breeding whatsoever. Now, I’m not trying to sound pompous or superior in any way, but truly...this story reflects the fact that there are some people, no matter how much science, biology or plain fact obviously state otherwise, they continue to believe what they believe. “DAVE” is a perfect example in this humorous retelling of the tale.
By Heather M Pendragon3 years ago in Petlife