Descriptive Essay About A Dog

Johns gently caresses the right side of her face and her hands pay particular attention to a small spot behind her

Her eyes opened, and she released Gideon’s soft lips. His eyes were still wide with shock. Judy went dead silent. Gideon had the courage to muster up the words in this thick southern accent before Judy had even finished processed what she did, “Did… Did we just?” Gideon trailed off as he was done stumbling over his words. He was numb and shocked. He had never kissed anyone before, and when he imagined it, he never thought his first kiss would be with a prey. He never thought he’d even like to kiss a prey animal, but to his surprise; he loved it.

I run up to him and splash him with some water, then he quacks and comes out of the water.

“Uhhhh...” is all I could manage to articulate as my mind is quickly turns to mush from his hands explorations.

She sits down next to him and tells him about her back-story and she bonds with Lennie. She then gets comfortable with Lennie and invites him to pet her hair, saying, “Feel right aroun’ there an see how soft it is” (90). Lennie knows from previous times what happens when he pets things, but because of his mental illness, he forgets

The voice is deep, "I didn't know it would be this easy. You practically fell in front of me to get me. I ain't saying no to a hot creature begging for a crazy night." I can feel the smirk form along this dog's face. I shove him off me, or attempt to. His weight is unbearable compared to my arm muscle, instead I had simply shifted him so that his face was on my chest. His eyes lit up, just as my anger did. As if it was an instinct, my knee jerks up and

Then he started talking to her telling her everything he went through and what he was feeling then felt like a 10,000 pound weight was lifted off his chest. Dogs are just that way, they don't judge or ridicule and they always show unconditional love no matter what.

“Hey, you,” I said, leaning down to snuggle up to her. I buried my face into her chest, smelled her musty fur.

It wasn't until Ashley pointed out a light down the road did we start to notice the sound of barking. I was so nervous that it was a guard dog to notice Abby escaping my grip. She was running to the light, hollering at the top of her lungs, 'puppy'.

I started at the base of her throat, they brushed her chin, as they traveled up to my her. I kissed her plump lips.

“And you shouldn’t stick your hands into other people’s mouths, but here we are,” Stan grumbles. He feels hair sprout out on his chest and arms - more so than usual, even. Ford strokes his skin reverently, and as the moonlight shining in from the window courses through him, Stan gives in to the animal instinct stirring in his chest. Claws emerge, and then a snout, and as his body undergoes the painful changes of stretching and distorting beyond its limits he bites down on Ford’s shoulder to tide over the pain. Before his mind goes completely blank, he can hear Ford’s moan echoing in his

The dog started barking at the men. She then stayed by Georgia until the men left. Georgia says the dog sensed that something was wrong. Pepper followed Georgia and her boyfriend back to their apartment. She allowed Georgia and her boyfriend to stroke her. Georgia says that it was an instant bond.

I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.

I was about to get up when I heard a random growl right next to me. "Please don 't tell what I think it is?" I nervously gulp in a lump in my throat and turned around to be face to face to an protective dog.

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We