Canine Addiction

She flung the bathroom door open and felt her throat tighten at the scene. Her loving boyfriend was laying in the bathtub clearly dead with the water overflowing over the sides of the tub. His eyes were glazed over, looking almost made out of glass, and his skin had started to become discolored. Letting out a guttural scream, she ran to the side of the tub and tried to lift him out. However, she knew it was too late and he was too heavy for her to lift. She sunk to the wet floor with tears falling from her eyes as she turned off

Shipley just laid there on his mat. Several months had passed since Trent had met the Australian Shepherd puppy. Trent and his mother were very suspicious about how Shipley was acting lately. Shipley hadn’t ate or drunk anything for 3 days, he yelped every time Trent touched him, and he vomited nearly every time he moved. Trent and his mother had finally decided to take him to the vet. “I don’t know if he ate anything.,” Trent said sadly to the vet “He just came in from outside one day and laid down. I didn’t think it was weird.,”. “Well...Let us take a sample and we will tell you the results of our scan.,” the vet said. 2 more days passed when the tests came back. Shipley still hadn’t ate anything but a piece of Trent’s donut. “I have some pretty bad news.,” the veterinarian announced “Shipley has Parvovirus.,” “There aren’t any available cures for the virus.,”. “What choices do we have?,”Trent’s mother asked. “The only options are to put him down or let him suffer and die.,” Trent cried at the decisions he had. for he wasn’t ready to let him go, but he didn’t want to let him suffer. “Put him down!,” Trent sadly agreed with his mother. Trent then kissed Shipley on his forehead and said” Goodbye

What’s wrong? A bark of laughter echoed in the quiet, slightly pathetic in the way that it had hiccuped out of her. The smile on her face somewhat rueful despite how weighted it was with sadness. Before she could answer him, she needed to make sure that she couldn’t see his eyes -- couldn’t be able to see their slow drift from tenderness into something much more damning. So she gently released his hand and settled her arms on his lap, creating a self-made pillow to rest her

She sat on the couch watching PBS and indulging in succulent grapes. Flickering across the screen, was an aardvark and his best friend, a bunny, named Buster; some may recognize this description of the amazing show called Arthur and you are the fortunate who have seen it. She was waiting for him to arrive home just like every other night. Her mom was in the kitchen and the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted from the open kitchen. Where was he?, she wondered, growing impatient like all eight year olds do. Soon car lights broke the darkness of the night and the dog collar was heard running towards the door. He walked in. Her dad always worked late, but when he was finally home, she ran to the man dressed in business attire and was lifted

In “The Veldt” by Ray Bradbury, the parents are at fault for their own death, because of their lack of parenting in their kids life.

It had been an extremely long Thursday and the nice warm sun had finally disappeared behind the great big mountain tops. The sky was as orange as could be with very few clouds. We had arrived to the neat little area where we would spend the night. It was almost like a zoo, with five boys and a dog sharing a little cabin in St. Elmo that only had one bathroom and two bedrooms. We drove up to the cabin in Shel’s nice air conditioned car. We all got out one by one, Shel first, Jordan next, then Pablo, Dakota and myself. Shel approached the cabin to unlock the door while the rest of us unloaded the car and eager to let Shel’s anxious dog, Molly out. She had been barking the whole ride there. We were outside for the first time since the sun had

“Alisha wake up, we are here,” I whispered. When she didn’t wake up, I continued to pester her. “Come on, get up!” When I started to annoy her, she pushed me and told me to go away. As we all cleared out of the minivan, I was greeted by Judy, grandpa’s Scottish terrier. As I was petting her black fur, she was barking and jumping on my legs. When she ran over to Callie to receive a belly rub, I said hi to grandpa and gave him a hug. After getting settled in, my sisters and I decided to go to sleep because it was late and we’d have to help unpack the rest of our belongings in the

For the first couple hours having her home it was a joy. She would jump on the couch and I would give her a belly rub, I would go outside and she would follow me. But whenever someone else pet her, or tried to pet her, she would growl and run to me. She could tell that I chose her and that I truly, dearly love her. And I could tell that she truly, dearly loves me.

One day in the middle of summer, I was at my friend Moriah’s house swinging on a glider in her backyard. Moriah’s Uncle Robert brought over his pet Boxer named Jax and he was running around playing fetch with his chew toy.

Whip let these issues get the best of him and realized when things had to come to an end. Whip tried to control his addictions 7 days before his testimony and he failed himself. When things like this happens that’s when drug addiction camp comes a long and rehab. He was sentenced to jail time and over the year he had become sober. He had to face the truth in order for him to actually help himself.

She climbed the stairs to her bedroom and slid under the big, warm blanket on her bed. Before closing her eyes she reached her hand down under the bed and allowed her dog to lick it. She did this every night because it comforted her. A short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at her bedroom window. She eyed the window and reminded herself that the whole house was locked and she was safe. She stuck her hand under her

experiences a realization about life when there is an incident with a dog. The narrator then expresses his

Substance use disorders and addiction are affecting Americans at an alarming rate. People of all backgrounds, cultures and socioeconomic status have suffered the impact this epidemic is causing on loved ones, friends or maybe even themselves. Some individuals seek treatment and with the help of a support network they can change their life. Others are not so lucky. It is estimated that 62,497 Americans died from drug overdoses in 2016. That is more casualties than the Vietnam War (Lopez, 2017). This number does not include deaths resulting from diseases of long term use such as liver cirrhosis, hepatitis and AIDS. It would be easy to conclude these addicted individuals died in vain simply due to their poor life choices and lack of morals, but

Gambling addiction also know as compulsive gambling is a type of impulse control disorder. (Healthyplace.com, 2008) It is a progressive disease that can wreck havoc on relationships, work, and finances.

In Stephen Crane’s short story of “A Dark Brown Dog”, he writes about a young boy who finds, neglects, and befriends a ragged puppy, with a rope dragging the ground, when they meet. The boy takes fun in abusing the puppy, but when he tires of this he makes his way home. The puppy, even though the boy was not nice, starts to follows the boy home. When arriving home the boy defends the puppy to claiming him as his own. The boy’s father agrees to allow the boy to keep the puppy. The boy and the puppy grow very fond of each other. The puppy was abused but always showing his love even after his abuse. Then the story takes a very sad, gruesome turn for the young dog.