Getting My First Puppy Didn't Start Out How I Planned It Would

Getting My First Puppy Didn't Start Out How I Planned It Would

When I saw her, I knew she was it for me.


I was moving off to college and I decided I wanted a dog. Even though I was not allowed to have a dog, I went to the animal shelter anyways to go look. I told them I was looking for a dog that would grow to be under 40 pounds because that was the weight limit for dogs at the apartment I was living in. The man brought me to the back where all the dogs were and showed me a couple of different dogs.

Then I saw some puppies that were super adorable but was told they would get big, so I kept looking. That's when I saw two puppies, one was black with white on its chest and paws and the other was tan with white on its chest, in a kennel by the puppies that I was told would get too big. I immediately fell in love with both puppies. The guy knew and told me I could bring one back up to the front with me to be able to decide which puppy to adopt.

I took the Black one out first and played with it for a little while, and then I asked if I could see the tan puppy that was in that same cage. The man went in the back and put the black puppy back in the kennel and brought me the other puppy. She was more timid than the other puppy, and she would just rest her head in the palm of my hand. I think that was what made me choose her over the other puppy. She was very skinny, and you could tell she was malnourished. She was literally skin and bones when I first got her.

I filled out the paperwork, while they had to call the vet and make sure that the other dogs we had were up to date on shots, heartworm medicine, and everything else, and they were. So, I gave them my money and could bring my dog home. I was extremely nervous to come home to my mom for her to find out I adopted a dog when I was not even supposed to have a dog because we already have two.

When my mom saw the puppy, she called her ugly and said I had to take her back to the pound. I responded with the pound already closed. She told me that I better take her back tomorrow or she would, so for several days I would take Molleigh-Anne, that is what I named the puppy, out till after 5 so my mom could not take her back to the pound. She even called up there and was very hateful to the workers when it was not their fault because I am old enough to do what I want, and that's almost exactly what they told my mom.

My dad was brought into this, and I ended up getting kicked out of my mom's house over a dog, so I ended up staying in my granny's empty house that is now my dad's house after she died. My mom and I had nothing to do with each other for almost an entire month, maybe even more. My dad and I could tell Molleigh-Anne was sick because she was coughing up yellow mucus everywhere and would not eat or drink anything. After a couple of days of forcing food or drink down her throat, my dad told me to take her to the vet because he did not think she would make it much longer. When I took her to the vet, we were not even seen by the actual veterinarian but two nurses who barely examined her and told me she had kennel cough.

They gave me medication for kennel cough, and I treated her for almost over a week and she was not getting any better. So, I brought her down to the co-op to tell one of my dad's good friends who work there to ask what I needed to do because she was the one who went with me to the vet. She said to give it a few days and if she still does not get better take her back and I told her I wanted to see a different vet. A couple days went by and she was still doing horrible, so I called my mom and asked her if she would go with me to the vet, and she said yes.

I told the vet it was not kennel cough because the other vet gave her medication for that and it was not working. The vet just said she had upper respiratory problems and gave me a different medication and told me if she still wasn't eating by a week that she was not going to make it, and that he did not think she would make it.

It was halfway through the week and Molleigh-Anne started eating, so I called the vet to let him know. He told me to keep feeding her and when she got in better health to bring her back up to get her shots, and if anything happens to keep him informed. She still was not acting like a puppy though, she was not running around, or chewing anything up. It took a lot of time, but Molleigh -Anne is a healthy playful pup, and is now 6- months old, and was totally worth it. She is everything I wanted in a dog.

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Top 10 Cutest Cat Breeds

These cat breeds are super cute and underrated.

It seems that the only breeds anyone can actually recognize are those of dogs, cats really don't get enough recognition. There is just as much of a variety of cat breeds as there are of dog breeds, almost anyway, and they deserve love and recognition as well. So, here are the top 10 cat breeds I've deemed as the absolute cutest!

1. Exotic Persian

Exotic Persian cats are one of the cutest breeds in my opinion. Theses are the squished faced cats. The cats that perpetually look grumpy and disappointed. They're also super high-maintenance and believe you're supposed to cater to their every whim. Which, to be fair, you are.

2. Scottish Fold

Scootish Folds are super adorable because they're very unique. They're ears fold over, making them always appear to be begging you for something. They also always look a little bit sad, which, of course, only makes you love them more.

3. Himalayan

Himalayan cats are just magnificent and so prestigious. These cats are fluffy, deserve the best, and expect nothing but the best.

4. British Shorthair

I'm not sure what it is about these cats that makes them so adorable, but my roommate has tried to describe them as "fat and sassy." - Delaney Pulice. She's not wrong. They're pretty chubby and look like they're just a little bit too good for you. In all honesty, what cat isn't too good for us?

5. Maine Coon

These cats are particularly wonderful because they can be giant. I mean, giant. These cats can grown into the sizes of large dogs, which, of course, if everything we could all ever ask for in a cat. Who wouldn't want a giant cat that could probably double as a pillow?

6. Persian

These cats are only a little bit different from Exotic Persians, but there's a difference. Persians tend to have less squished face than Exotics, but every cat is different. The one above is a Silver Persian. He had to eat his food off of a plate because his flat face couldn't fit in a cat food bowl.

7. Munchkin

These tiny little guys never really grow much. Their legs are perpetually short and stubby, making them the ideal cats, because, if you had a choice, wouldn't you want your cat to be either giant like a Maine Coon or tiny like a Munchkin cat? Of course you would.

8. Siberian

These cats are just generally beautiful. They have long, shiny, fluffy coats and are just pretty cats. Plus, they look super cuddly, like they might purr for hours if you brushed them.

9. British Longhair

Another just simply beautiful cat. When you see those posts online that say "This cat is prettier than I am," yeah, that's these cats. They have long, soft coats as well that they like to keep clean. And as all cats do, they look like they're just a little bit above us and we have to cater to them.

10. Ragdoll

Finally, we have Ragdoll cats. These cats look a bit like fluffier Siamese cats. Which, let's face it, Siamese cats aren't necessarily the cutest. However, if you just add a lot of fluff, because the fluffier the better, they become much cuter.

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The Grief Of Losing A Pet Is Like Losing A Child And It's Never Easy To Say Goodbye

When you've been best friends since middle school, it's hard to say goodbye.


Losing a best friend is hard no matter what species they are. Friends are the family you get to choose and sometimes their deaths are worse than others. With pets, you're used to seeing them daily and they are the friends who love you more than their own lives. The loyalty of a pet surpasses those of human friends more than half the time. For those who can't have children, it feels like you've lost a child. They say don't blink and your child is an adult, it's the same with pets and their greying faces. I blinked and lost my best friend the next day. The last I saw him, he was sleeping in his doggie bed. People go through experiences differently and sometimes you pour that love into that animal or human then you lose them. Pet parents have the right to grieve as human parents.

My family lost our dog on April 2nd and he was around 15 years old. When I was in sixth grade, we were looking for a family dog. My brother and I had convinced my parents that we were ready for a dog. My mom had grown up with small dogs and my dad had grown up with large dogs. The compromise was that we would get a small dog because my other brother is afraid of dogs and it would make him uncomfortable due to him having Autism. We searched for months; we went to animal shelters. We knew we wanted a small dachshund, and we weren't going to compromise on that. Fast forward to the day we saw our dog. My cousin had told my mom that a friend of hers was giving away an adult dachshund. The dog came in and sat down next to my autistic brother then my brother started to pet him. From that moment, my mom knew that was our dog.

Losing a special dog like that is like being shot in the chest. I know that he's in a better place where he is running around as if he is a puppy again. I've lost a lot of pets over the course of my life, but that dog has been a constant in my life. Having my family and my dog is like having my security blanket and now part of that blanket is torn. No matter what people say, it's okay to grieve over a lost pet. People go through experiences differently and sometimes you pour that love into that animal or human then you lose them. Pet parents have the right to grieve as human parents. I wished could have hugged him one last time.

I know he was old, but up until a month ago, he was doing fine. He was eating and walking to the best of his ability. He was there to greet me every time I would come home from school, dance, and Orlando. He was my snuggle bug when I went through my first break up and my first/only broken engagement. He was there when we lost my grandma, so he's been with us through a lot of heartbreak. He was the one that we could pick up to lay in our lap and he'll let us pet him as long as we want. He would bark at bikes and random strangers in the backyard. He was a wannabe guard dog with a heart of gold.

I will say this once more, It's okay to grieve over a lost pet and the grief can be as strong as losing a child.

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