An Experience That Changed My Life Essay

On my 17th birthday, I walked into my bedroom to see a snow white puppy with brown spots. He was in the middle of the floor laying on a furry, green pet pillow. A 4 month old pekingese that I named Baizil. He was afraid at first and only came out of the room for food, and to use the bathroom. Baizil was the sweetest ,laziest, most overprotective dog I had ever seen.

It just so happened that this dog would change my life forever. When we got into the shelter it was non stop barking, the person who

I wanted another friend to hang out with, since my brother got boring sometimes, so I talked my family into getting a dog. We looked at our local pet shelter. Right when I walked in I walked over to a dachshund (She was the quietest dog in the shelter… little did my family know *eye roll). A week later the dachshund was home with the new name Libby (Thinking back on it, we should have named her Cleopatra since she looks like someone applied heavy eyeliner all over her eyes). Libby definitely tricked us with her shy personality at the pound. She is a force to be reckoned with, but I love her. Libby has little dog syndrome. She picks fights with the biggest and baddest, semi trucks. The tiny beast also finds it necessary to escort out all of our visitors to our property line (She runs on the side of the road barking until after the car passes the property line. My family is still not sure how she knows where our property line is… but she has mastered it). Do not get me wrong, Libby is a lover, and clingy lover at that. Every night I fall asleep she has always burrowed under the covers right next to my feet. My little fighter has taught me to stand my ground, no matter how tough the opponent is. This has helped me become successful in many of my academics and athletics in high school. This lesson will also be very

On a sunny summer day I was in a car with my grandmother heading towards aunt Debby’s house. On the way there, my grandmother told me, Ollie, my aunt’s weiner dog has given birth to her first litter. She has given birth to six puppies. Unfortunately the father was a chihuahua. When we got to their one story house, Ollie came outside to greet us by licking our faces. We came inside the house it was small, There was one bathroom, three bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a small living room. The bedrooms were kind of messy. Ollie went in one of the bedrooms, so I decided to follow her. When Ollie and I came into the room, I saw the puppies! They were in a big soft blanket covered kid pool. For some odd reason there was only four puppies, so I asked

When he came back a few minutes later, sweet, adorable Puff--a nick name for our female cat--had stolen his favorite spot on the couch. When he asked her to move, she stared at him with that irresistible fluffy face of hers, her gorgeous green eyes innocently flirting with my husband as if to say," I don't know what you're talking about. I've been here all along." My husband gently shooed her out of his spot and took his seat once more. But a few minutes later he got up and got a drink--in the blink of an eye she had one again taken his

I started rolling like a wheel on a wagon. My owner heard me barking and he came but he didn’t know that there was a steep hill and started running toward me. He was not paying attention and started rolling too. He regained his balance but some of the bananas split open on the hill. He started to walk but he slipped on some banana peels. Then he started running and caught up with me.Then we slowed down and stopped. “We should get home but first let’s take a walk”,Mako said

Wow what a fireball ChaCha is, and as you mentioned she is fiercely independent. Unfortunately, Bob has been out of town since early Tuesday but returns home this afternoon. ChaCha is my shadow and we have been spending a lot of time together. Tuesday and Wednesday we ran (jog/trot) and she did great, didn't over do it just about two miles, went out early this morning and walked the block which she enjoys, we do that twice daily - long walks that is. We spend most of the day out, we've been to the Red Cross office, Home Depot, Petsmart, Hollywood Feed and I took her with me to the university last night (I lent a friend a book) - she sure is a hit and your right she perfers men! Athena was the same way as well, she was Bob's dog and Apollo was

One day a dog ran in a dump and found a dead raccoon. He ran back home, hid it in his bed. Three days pass and the whole house smells like dead animals. Jeff let the dog out to go to the bathroom. The dog ran down the road and found that dump. He found a cat. He ran it down the interstate. They were jumping on the hoods of the cars. The dog finely gave up and went

She was the friendliest dog. She rarely barked. She wasn’t extremely hyper. She didn’t play games like fetch, but she was the best.

It was August and I went to the pet store to get a new dog. My previous dog ran away and I never saw him again. I knew this was going to be the dog because it was my third dog now so I know exactly how to train them. I showed the nice lady which one I wanted and she got me it. It was a really little chiwowa. I named him Paco because it rhymes with taco.

She would always run to me when I got up in the morning, and when I got home after school. Some days she didn’t want to leave me at night to go to bed if my parents were not home. She would run back or away from her kennel. I would end up getting her in her kennel after about 15 minutes. I think I was her favorite though.

One of the times I went to Pet Co in Rockwall there was an elderly lady. She was extremely tiny, and fragile looking. I looked around her and saw a gargantuan dog! It was a beautiful husky with gold and white fur. That woman had that dog on a leash attached to her wrist. I thought to myself... she can't handle that dog on her own. Could she? The answer was...

During my second month of working at the shelter, I had a woman come in. She had this adorable puppy with her. His legs were gangly, and he was kind of a clutz. He was constantly tripping over himself and had his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. His coat was long and stringy, he looked like an ashtray. The lady then went on and told me that ‘this mangy mutt’ was a gift from her husband. She had told him she wanted an Irish Glen of Imaal Terrier, but he got her the gargantuan Irish

Her name was Roxy she was the most beautiful dog in the world and she was the sweetest dog ever. then as we wore driving down central we saw a dog a big so we stopped a ran out the car and ran over to the dog he was emaciated and he stunk. we wore driving home and we saw what kind of dog he was he was a Rottweiler with no collar so we called the human society and ask if there were any missing dogs and they said no so now we had a new member to owner family.

As we walked around the same corner that Cesar just recently tore around, two teenage girls came into view. Both seemed to be either Juniors or Seniors in High School. One of the teenagers were leaning against the counter in the kitchen, and the other was playing with Cesar using a ball toy. Thump! Thump! Thump! The ball slammed around all over the kitchen floor. Cesar trailed right behind, following the toy and slamming into everything the ball did. Cesar was making a smiling face and his tail was going a hundred miles an hour, slamming into everything in its radius. The girl sitting on the floor with the toy asked me, "Do you want to try?" I replied hesitantly, "Sure." I was to little to have any memories of our first dog Wiley, so this was the biggest dog I could remember being around. When I started to play with Cesar, I forgot all about being nervous. Cesar was running all over, and it was so funny I completely forgot about my fear.