Descriptive Essay About A Dog

“IT’S A PUPPY!” My brothers and I were full of joy and excitement. We finally had a puppy, our own puppy! We said thank you to our parents. I carefully took out the puppy out of the box and slowly put him on the floor. We started playing with him and teaching him skill like roll over and other things, but he since he was just a baby we just played with him, until something came

Walking up to the shelter only to find that the dog we wanted is being taken home by another family, we thought we wouldn't be getting a dog today. But when we found her, we were glad that the other dog was taken. Her black, slicked back fur shedding off of her perfect dog body. Her black beady eyes are bulging out of her head with the look of excitement. Unable to hold herself back she breaks the leash that the vet was trying to hold her back with. Running to us, she slips and falls on her head. We don’t have a second to worry because she jumps up and starts licking our faces with her slobbery tongue. By the time she is tired from licking our faces, we feel as if we just went swimming in a pool of melting jello

On Wednesday, June 18, 2003, I had finalized the decision to put my incapacitated dog to rest. It became a reality. I clearly remember the warm, breezy day that occurred two weeks ago. As I sat in the freshly cutgrass of my front yard, I paid no attention to the sounds of the birds that were singing or the leaves that were dancing on the trees. All that was on my mind was the details of the last 13 years and remembering the times we shared together. As I kept trying to convince myself that he would not have to suffer another day from his ailments, I kept thinking of the first day that he came into my life. I was 15 years old when I got Valen. It was Valentine's Day in 1990. Earlier that week my mother was near Port Jervis, New York on a business trip. She had some free time before she had to come home to Pennsylvania so she decided to stop at the local SPCA. Her intentions were to simply look at the animals and then leave. She made her way to the area that housed the dogs. There she found a shy, but friendly, golden retriever. He was a bit apprehensive at first, almost as if he was neglected and abused, but it didn't take much of my mom's gentle touch and her soft, subtle voice before this dog realized she was his savior. She decided that she would like to adopt this dog however, the policy was strict, and there was a seven-day waiting period before you could adopt an animal.

I felt the coldness of the November winds pass through my headphones as I was getting the car to go to Petco. I don't know why I wanted to go I guess I just agreed to go cause everyone else was, It's not like we were going to get a pet anyway. Everyone was talking I wasn’t paying attention. I was just staring and imagining that everyone was racing to get to one place. My sister started to try and get my attention. “Hey Will, when we get there do you wanna see the fish with me?”.

Canine aggression directed toward family members is a threat to the family and the animal (Brech, Amat, Camps, Temple, & Manteca, 2016). In addition, studies have shown that

In a world where some were different, in a way you would believe. Some born with powers that shouldn't real. Things you wouldn’t expect a human to have. Powers like human body made out of fire or even balls of electricity crumbling out of their hand or maybe even super blue eyes with visions. Some may think were crazy or even weird because we were born or even raised different, But in my town everything is different. In some people's eyes they see me as a criminal, but in others they see me as a hero whos trying to save the town.

After a long, stressful day at school with a lot of homework to do, I go lay on the couch and rest my eyes for a bit, but only to open my eyes to see the cutest dog in the world jump right next to me. I start to smile as my dog gets closer to my face, about to lick my face to smithereens.

Everyone has that perfect thought about how puppies are, soft, fluffy, loyal little companion. What’s wrong with having a puppy, besides everything? I was on a two hour long car trip, to look for a puppy that I could call mine. When I arrived at the home that the puppies were in, I was filled with felicity! I leaped out of the van and bolted right up to the door. “Come on mom!” I yelled. The rest of my family walked nonchalantly up to the door to where I was waiting, as if it were no big deal. My father knocked on the door and a few seconds later, a older lady came to the door and greeted us with a grin.

Think about something that can’t be lived without. The first thought coming to mind may be food, water or shelter, but for others that unlivable material could be an object. It could be a phone, a favorite shirt, a toy or any other assortment of items. Now imagine how that item can influence a life and decide if it does produce a long term impact in people’s thoughts and actions. A narrow mirror hanging on a wall or a pair of shoes on one's feet may appear trivial, but any item can have a story behind it and generate a lifelong impact. Can an object actually shape who someone is? Any object can influence someone’s life, no matter what it may be. I’m confident this is true since at one year of age, I acquired an item that helped craft who I am today and without it, my attitude and values would be drastically different.

People assign importance to objects to feel comfort and safety. My object is my dog Jeorgie (yes, it is spelled like that). He is small, about five pounds, and very light brown color, almost yellow. Jeorgie has big eyes, which makes him fall into the “puppy eyes” stereotype. He is very little with short, skinny legs. Jeorgie is a very cowardly dog, not from trauma, but he is a chihuahua so it is understandable. Though really fearful, her is a brave and courageous. To me, the most distinctive trait Jeorgie has is a white dot at the center of his forehead, between his eyes, almost like a bindi. Having a pet has taught me some of the most important life lessons - love, companionship, and accepting death when the time comes - and the pets presence in a child's life, to me, helps them understand life and work it out.

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.

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

Dogs are social animals, for whom we are the pack or family. When we are absent, they become distressed. Most dogs cope with the inevitable separations from us, but some do not. Expressions of distress in dogs vary from one individual to another : some whine, others lose toilet control, still others are destructive and regress to puppy-like random binges of chewing or scratching.

Pets. They have an amazing effect on your life. They come in and bring so much joy and happiness. Mama always said he was an absolute little terrorist because he was pissed about his name and wanted to prove his manhood.

While I was walking home I saw a black and white dog just sitting in the middle of the road staring at me while I’m walking down the street. I got closer to the dog and her eyes were red and she looked scary. I rubbed her. I picked the dog up and took the dog home. When I turned the corner I saw my best friend Tamura and 5 of my close friends Hailey, Brineka, Lacja, Miracle, and Kemiya. We meeting up half way, and they all asked” me who dog is that? I said” I don’t know, I found her on the street. Brineka says you picking up dogs and all type of animals and don’t know where she came from you disgusting brienek’s said. So, I had asked” them did they want to come to my house with me. They all said” sure let’s go . We walked to my house and we get inside and I sat the dog down. When I put her down me and my friends walked to my room. The dog followed me to my room. We sat down and the dog jumped on my bed. They got off my bed and say” I’m finna seat on the bed with that ugly bird looking dog. I laughed. I took the dog to the dining room and locked the door , but first I grabbed the key to the dining room before I locked the door. I took the covers on my bed and put them in the washer. I went in my closet and got a new cover set. I fixed the bed up and we all laid back down. I asked” all my friends did they want to stay the night with me, they all said sure. So I asked my mom she said yes and get out my face. When My mom tried to go into the dining room she couldn’t, and