No matter how dark the world gets, heartwarming pet stories always bring a bit of light back into your life. When you think of stories about you pet, you likely have a collection of funny and uplifting memories you will tell anyone who will listen. Cute pet stories, especially ones about your own pet, deserve to be told, because all the good boys and good girls out there deserve the attention. Even other animals keep pets of their own because they too know just how rewarding it is to have a loyal companion.
Stories about pets from the owners at Reddit cover all manner of funny pet situations along with other affecting tales of pet bravery and empathy. You might act like a stone-cold commenter on the Internet, but these adorable pet stories will have you crying into your monitor.
What A Catch
"A story about my blue heeler rescue. Her name is Stitch.
"I am on a sales' call to a neighboring town and my customer is busy when I got there. I was told to come back in half an hour. My customer's location is kind of in the middle of nowhere - no food, no shopping, no nothing. The only thing close by is the animal shelter. So, being foolish, I decide I'LL stroll in there and maybe play with a couple of the dogs while I wait.
"Long story short, I fall in love with this scruffy, unkempt blue heeler mix. I send a picture to my girlfriend and say 'should I bring this dog home?' We have another dog already. She says 'do what you want.' Still being foolish and not knowing that 'do what you want' means 'no f*cking way,' I drive back to the shelter after my sales' call, pay my money, and make the two-and-a-half hour drive home with my new dog. She is about a year old at the time.
"The meet-and-greet with my other dog goes fine. Girlfriend is pissed, but that's secondary. I notice this dog has some unusual behavior for a one-year-old dog. She doesn't play ball - she doesn't even recognize that a ball is a toy. She's not lazy, but she doesn't want to play. She stays close to us all the time. She purposely avoids the kitchen and goes into other rooms when you're eating even as my other dog begs for table scraps (and gets them). She's not anxious or scared, just not playful or fun. She never even wags her tail. And when she meets my dad for the first time, she cowers. Tail down, head down, ears back, super submissive. Undoubtedly this dog has been neglected and abused.
"Time goes by and she's loosened up a bit. She doesn't fetch but she's happy to see us now, wags her tail, and begs like a good ole spoiled dog should. But she's still kind of reserved and just wants cuddles all the time. To this point she doesn't even know how to get into trouble.
"One day (yes, the story starts now) we're at the local dog park. This park has a creek running through it which, after winter, has fish in it. Not good fishing fish, just whitefish or other gross creatures. This drives the dogs nuts since the fish wash up on shore when they die. We all know how much dogs love gross smells - especially rolling in gross smells.
"Stitch disappears into some tall grass one spring day, which is fine as she plays very well with my other dog. My other dog comes back and Stitch doesn't. This is down by the creek area. I keep walking because Stitch always comes back when she gets to far away. Not this time. She doesn't. Finally, and I'm probably 70 yards away by this time, I start calling for her. I see her strutting out of the tall grass.
"And her tail is up. And her ears are forward. And she's holding her head up high. And she's basically prancing. This dog is incredibly happy with herself. I can't see why yet...
"She gets close enough that I can see why she's so happy. This reserved, timid, sometimes fearful, not quite a 'dog' dog has hauled a full fish out of the creek and is carrying it over to me through the park.
"Other dog park patrons are disgusted. I'm almost in tears because this animal who's been abused and neglected for the first year of her life has finally gone and done something she wanted to do, not for anyone's gain but her own. I'm almost in tears because I've never seen her look so proud of herself. It's at this point I consider my dog to have become a dog.
"F*ck I'm tearing up just remembering the look on her face. I walk over to her, sit in the grass and she drops the fish and looks up at me with a big dopey smile on her face, wagging her tail and waiting for her praise. I like to imagine that, going through her little dog mind, was the phrase 'did I do good?' I probably spent five minutes there just petting her and telling her how good she was...
"She was proud, I was proud, and my other dog decided that this fish would make a good snack. I didn't mind."
She's On A Roll
"My SO and I had been trying to teach our dog to make less of a mess in our house, specifically, to not pull toilet paper off the roll. We weren't sure we'd been making any headway until one day we came home to find that while we'd been out, about two feet of toilet paper had been unrolled... and then somehow rolled back up, sloppily. All I can imagine is her playing with it happily, hearing us at the door, thinking, 'OH SH*T,' and trying to fix her mess. It was actually pretty impressive."
Pits Are Heroes
"I was hanging out on my friend's basketball court with her four-year-old niece and our co-owned four-year-old pitbull. Marley the Pit Bull had grown up with my friend's niece along with a bunch of other little youngsters. We were just hanging out, playing basketball and searching for bugs. Marley loved to help look for bugs.
"I got distracted for a moment, and looked back and saw Marley doing the 'Pit Bull stare' straight at the little girl. If you have not see the Pit Bull stare, it's something like head down, very low, with an intense look. Anyway, I asked Marley what she was doing, and she never stopped staring. I was getting nervous, and made it all the way across the court. Marley broke out in a sprint, speeding past the little girl into the trees.
"I heard a thud and a yelp, and saw a coyote bolt out, and Marley was chasing him down. I was in utter disbelief, but my friend had told me she had done this before, and I was shocked that I was witnessing it. After about five minutes of calling, she came prancing back, incredibly proud of herself, and went to sit next to the little girl. I have never been more proud of her."
A Heroic Great Dane Not Named Scooby-Doo
"My Great Dane saved my Pit Bull's life once.
"We were outside playing in the evening, waiting for my SO to get home from work, and Tonka, our Great Dane, could not find one of his toys for me to throw for him quick enough, so he settled on a stick. It was a twig, long since ripped off the tree and very dead and brittle. He paraded around with it for awhile until I distracted him with one of his toys, and he dropped it in the dark on the other side of the house. (Our backyard wraps around each side of the house a good eight to ten feet.)
"Diesel, the pittie, was following in Tonka's wake, milling around in the dark. I assumed he was pooping, as they like to go in the cover of darkness to not be spotted. So anyway, I had just finished my cigarette and I turned to go back inside, calling the boys. Tonka came right away, Diesel did not. I paused, and called for him again. Suddenly, Tonka's head shot up and he looked over to where I had last seen Diesel disappear into the shadows. He trotted in that direction, and then wheeled around and came charging at me. He barked, he whined, he growled, he seriously made every noise he could think of to get my attention, and it worked. Honestly I thought maybe Diesel had a rabbit or squirrel or something, but as I walked over to that side of the house, I heard choking sounds and picked up my pace.
"Diesel had that damned twig in his mouth and somehow he had broken a shard off of it and it was stuck down in his throat. Tonka was on one side of me barking and whining about his 'brother' and bouncing back-and-forth from left front paw to right. Diesel was thrashing his head away from me as I tried to get a good look in the dim light. Finally, I was frantic enough to where I just yelled, 'LET ME SEE!'
"Tonka shut up. Diesel stopped fighting, just wheezing and gagging with his mouth stuck open. The stick had lodged in the back of his throat on the back end, and the front end was stuck in the roof of his mouth. I reached into his mouth and pulled the twig towards me, dislodging it from the roof of his mouth and pulling it from his throat.
"So, pretty much if Tonka hadn't alerted me, I would've thought Diesel was just taking his sweet time doing bathroom duties and might have gone inside without checking.
"Oh, and that night when they got to the door to go inside, Diesel went inside first, turned around, and licked all over Tonka's face as he came inside."