Creative Writing: Christmas Adoption

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

| Described the dog to have the human emotion of ‘delighted’, which gave the feelings of excitement as well.

Slipping on the sneakers that was lying out of nowhere, Ariana took her Beagle-Chihuahua dog, Toulouse, for a walk. Opening the antique door, a cool air blew against her ombre hair.

As my boyfriend and I rushed to the vet on a cool seventy degree May night in two thousand twelve we knew the news that we were going to find out from the vet was not going to be good news. Our eyes were puffed as tears of sadness rolled down our faces. We knew this was going to be the day we had to say good bye to our fur baby Polly. She was the best dog ever and we were faced with a rough decision. Was Jimmy and I to put Polly down or were we to let her stay and go on her own.

As I kneeled beside the crate, he raised his head for just a second, and his tail moved two or three times. Mt wife (Joyce) walked over to stand beside me looked at the dog and said, “Hi Mr. Bobo you’re looking good today.” The little guy went nuts, rushing to the front of his crate sticking his nose through the opening in the wires. Looking us as if to say, "Pet me, pet me. His shot tail wagging

When his owners decided to move into another house, Ollie the pup was left behind in the cold along with the junk of his owners. This dog was saved when Terri Looby received a call about a lost dog. She was a volunteer in Detroit Animal Welfare Group (DAWG). The dog was practically living on the streets in the freezing winter of the American Midwest. Terri Looby knew that she must react fast about this case, because temperatures below zero were danger to Ollie’s life.

My first observation was how Mika would not leave my side, she watched the other dogs at first but as soon as they approached, her hackles

As I open the “Staff and Volunteer Only” door in the back of the East Bay SPCA animal shelter, I slip on my black apron stained from a year’s use and walk briskly through the back hallways with bright blue tennis shoes squeaking. Friendly hellos are exchanged as I pass familiar faces all wearing their blue staff shirts. After adjusting my nametag and grabbing a set of keys attached to a red dog chew toy, I head to the kitchen to prepare food. As I measure out the kibble and pour it into practical tin bowls, yips, barks, and whines echo the halls. The clattering of my keys at the kennel door usually has the dog inside alert and jumping of joy. However, as I open this particular door, holding a specially prepared meal, the dog lying on her

A young girl, looking to be about the age of seven, ran through the log cabin with a small dog chasing her, yapping loudly. Her giggling made her father smile tenderly and, to the child’s surprise, snatched her up and held her close to him. She wrapped her short arms around her father’s neck and received a kiss on the forehead in reply. The mutt jumped up, leaning on the man’s legs for support as it stood on its hind legs. Its tail wagged excitedly, showing that it was in a playful mood at the time being. The girl’s father set her down on the floor and the dog licked her face, making her shy away slightly before hugging the dog’s neck.

Despite everything in the world that could bring me joy, nothing makes me happier than my eight-week-old puppy, Vada. On a cold December morning, I took my dog outside to use the bathroom; she looked so beautiful that I had to capture an image. She was sitting at my feet, smiling at me on that bright morning. The image will always be a bittersweet reminder of what I lost.

She was the only dog who was not barking or running around within her cage. By looking at her in the kennel, we could clearly see that she was excited, but tried not to show it. Her eyes were shining bright hazel, and she had the most innocent look I had ever known. She was prodominantly black, but a beautiful brown shone in spots on her ears, snout, and paws, and in some spots you could notice both colors as the brown shone through from the bottom, depending on the angle of light. Her eyes and fur looked as if someone had splashed light caramel on her fur, and it was

It was the end of my Freshman year in high school. Caitlin, who had been a very good friend of mine at the time, had lost her dog a couple months before. Angel was a mix between a Chihuahua and a Jack Russell, however the only resemblance of a Chihuahua you could find is the shape of her face. Her short pelt was a sunshine gold color and was slightly rough to the touch. One of her main features, though, was the very obvious underbite that left the tips of her bottom teeth exposed.

Sue was so excited about adopting a puppy from her local shelter! She received her husband's blessing so long as the breed was small. Robert didn't want a dog that required a lot of money, work, food, and space. Was he surprised by his wife's decision!

To Fenris’s relief, the mutt was still there when he came on the sidewalk. The dog’s back was turned to him but he could clearly see the red leather of a collar on its neck. Good, so it wasn't a stray. That saved him the trouble of bringing it to the nearest animal shelter. Now all he needed to do was get the dog’s attention. Fenris cleared his throat and whistled for good measure. The mabari’s ears perked up attentively.

I strained to see him before he went back inside, but nope. Missed him again. I had to admit, after the spanking and the meowing, I was dying to see what he looked like. There was some serious sexual prowess going on next door. I just didn’t see why it had to affect my sleep habits. I pried myself away from the door and made for the shower. Under the water, I pondered what in the world might be required to make a woman meow.