Animal Shelters: A Fictional Narrative

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

Ms. Stephanie saw Miranda walking around squatting and crossing her legs and said “Miranda do you need to use the restroom I will hold your babies.” Miranda walked towards me and ignored Ms. Stephanie. I said “Miranda why don’t you go to the restroom and I will watch over your babies for you until you get back. I promise I will take really good care of them.” Miranda gave me her baby dolls and ran to the restroom where Ms. Alyssa helped her use the restroom. After Miranda came out of the restroom she washed her hands and then ran over to me to get her babies. I said “Here they are Miranda I kept them nice and safe.” Miranda said “Thank you!” I played with Siba and baby for a while longer. I put baby on an airplane and pretended to fly the puppy around Siba giggled. Ms. Alyssa told the children that it was time to get back on the circle time carpet so that they could read a book and pick the line leader for that day. Ms. Alyssa asked me if I would read the children a story before going outside. I read two books to the children both were about insects and the last book was called Mr. Bumble. After reading the two books Chase got picked as line leader for the

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

I always had dogs that came and went away. I was the only child when Mi came to my life. She did not like to play. She spent most of her time sleeping in my green yard. However, whenever I was alone she would keep me company. Of course, she did not play with me or let me pet her. She would scratch me if I ever put a finger on her. But when it was time for my grandma to come and my parents to go, Mi would come rushing to the house. Not too far, she would watch me from her favorite spot, the couch. She would pretend to be asleep, but once in a while, she would open her eyes to check if I was there. If I was not there, she would desperately look for me, and when she found me, she would not take her eyes off of me. Maybe, just maybe, she noticed how lonely I felt. A lonely child playing with her imaginary friends, she might have thought that I was an insane kid, but she still stayed with

An animal shelter is a place where stray, lost, abandoned, or surrendered animals, mostly dogs and cats and sometimes sick or wounded wildlife, are brought. Animal shelters are essential in the United States because of inattentive pet proprietorship and uncontrolled breeding of animals. People often get pets without a full understanding of the time, money, and space that they require. Regrettably, that recurrently results in pets being abandoned or abused by these owners. Apart from accountable breeders, owners should spay or neuter their pets to stop the serious overpopulation problem, which is happening in the United States. Shelters do not treat or stop the problem of unwanted pets but without them the stray pet population would be astronomical. There would be more problems with disease spread and an increased incidence of stray animal-induced injuries. A shelter should also be a domicile where animals could be benign and feel loved and taken care of; not just a drop off. The shelter in my community tries to do their best with their animals, but I feel that the shelter needs to be able to do their jobs better and for the animals to feel comfortable.

During a crisis of pet overpopulation, it right to kill animals simply because they are not wanted? Or is it ever right thing to do? The United States is faced with the problem of what should be done with the excess of stray animals. This is a complex thing to solve, but that doesn’t mean killing the animals for space is right. Stray dogs and cats have just as much right to a good home as pets that already have owners. No-Kill shelters are beneficial, they provide a safe, pet-friendly environment that would help solve the problems of pet homelessness and overpopulations, as a result of spay and neuter being provided as well.

In the late 1980s at the age of 58 Elliot Liebow was diagnosed with cancer and told he did not have much time to live. Receiving this news he retired his job as an anthropologist and decided to spend his time volunteering. At first he began in a local soup kitchen but then began volunteering at four emergency homeless shelters during the winters that served single women in a small city outside Washington D.C. During his time at the shelters, Dr. Liebow grew of great interest in the matter and decided to use a participant observation technique to gather all information he witnessed and write a book to illustrate how shelters really feel from the inside. His mission was to get everyday interaction and data in attempt to understand and perceive

It was a new day. I had spent it exploring the parts of the backyard that I hadn’t seen before. My sister, Tia and I were eating the crab apples and currants. Our dog, Lacey was following us around. Soon my uncle arrived back at the house. He offered to take us around the property in an ATV. We blissfully agreed and hopped on the back of the ATV. Our dog followed us up the mountain, but something caught her eye. She ran down after it. We didn't think anything of it and kept on the ATV.

Trent James was sitting on his bed reading a book. “Trent! Go buy a loaf of bread and a jug of milk.” “Here’s $.50 to get you and your sister some candy.” Trent went to his cooking mother and got the money, then left for the grocery store. Trent was walking down to the local supermarket, which was one block from his house when he heard a squealing animal. It was near, yet distant. He looked over to the playground and started walking to it. He heard the crying sound again. He looked under the slide and saw a puppy crying. He scooped it up and looked for a collar. He didn’t see one. Trent then carried the dog home. “Mom. I found a dog”, Trent said. “A dog?”,Trent’s Mom said. “Yes, a dog.”,Trent said again.

Say “animal” to any American, and there is a decent chance that the first image brought to mind will be a cat or a dog. Domesticated animals such as these permeate American culture, from the Puppy Bowl to the ongoing dog vs cat debate on Facebook posts and Internet forums. But although pets seem to be everywhere, millions of them every year slip through the cracks, winding up on the streets or vying for limited space in an animal shelter. This overpopulation makes animal homelessness in America a problem that needs to be addressed.

At last we made it. We were at the place. I was jumping with excitement. Then we went in the place there was 5 puppies in the house. They were so fuzzy. Since we took them outside one of them followed me and my dad. That’s how we pick out our puppy. On the way home, we were passing him around so everyone would see him. When it was my turn he fell asleep on my lap. My mom said to just leave him on my lap so he wouldn’t wake up.

I hurried out to take the pup back to the nest, trying not to cause anymore trouble. I took the pup back to the nest and played with his soft fur with he rested in my lap. Time rushed by, and I spent most of my time in the barn with my brown and white pup. I don't think I could ever thank George or Slim enough for the pup. Slim walked in and he said the pup could get hurt if I pet it more, so I went to the bunkhouse. On my way to the bunkhouse, Carlson and I met up, and we entered the bunkhouse together. I went directly to my bed, I was very tired from all the barley bucking I did today. When I went to the bunkhouse, Curley and every man except George, Candy and me left to see a fight. They believed that Curley’s wife was with Slim, but he was in the barn, and she wasn’t in there. I got up from the bunk, and went to sit with George at the table. George brought up Andy Cushman, haven’t heard that name in a long time, but I remember, “his old lady used to make hotcakes”(56). I got distracted and started drumming out a song I heard not so long ago on the table. I really want to move to our own place an’ live offa the fatta the

Over all, I have to say this is also unethical. First off, they lack a clear scientific purpose and the researchers have not asked a specific or important scientific question. Also, the location of where they obtain these dogs is unethical. By the APA guidelines, it is said the animals may be obtained through accredited companies which in this case is not a Homeless Animal Shelter.

There are many animals that are abused everyday, or put in animal shelters due to owners disowning them. Every year about 70.1% dogs die from dog abuse. A quarter of them are killed in animal shelters due to no one adopting them, because so many people drop off dogs that there is no room in the shelters so they kill the dogs that have been there longest. Just think, at least one dog is killed every 72 hours. More than likely, a dog is killed in an animal shelter somewhere in the world every

She kept looking at the old school bus, that everybody hated, but she admired it with love. As she stepped off she saw all of our eyes gazing down at her through the window, then everyone ran back away. I was so overjoyed that we were going to get a new student today. I heard rumors mumbling around the classroom, but then when she stepped in everyone stopped at once.