Descriptive Essay About A Dog

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?”.

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.

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.

He was a Lab-mix, half-black and half-brown, with pointed ears, short legs, and wild, hungry eyes. About a week after my father came home with him from the airport, the five-pound bundle of destructive energy single-handedly tore apart one of the bean-bag chairs in the family room. When we found him covered in white tufts, rolling in the carcass of his recently decimated prey, both my brother and I found it apt to change his name from Chase to Spaz. It suited the ravaging look on his small, adorable face.

Dog owners are known for enjoying the company of their pooches and most dogs hate sitting at home by themselves when their family goes out. Although it may take work, teaching your dog to canoe with the family can be very rewarding. The first step is to get your dog used to the water. For some dogs this comes naturally and for some dogs this will never be considered fun. Some of this has to do with the breed and some of it has to do with how they were introduced to water. A good way to introduce a dog to water is to purchase a child size wading pool and let him play around it until he gets used to it. Then slowly teach him to get in and play in the water. When transitioning to the open water try to find a beach area so that they can play in the shallow end before learning to swim out farther. It isn 't necessary for your dog to love the water to canoe, but they must have a familiarity with it and an ability to make it to shore safely. The second step is to get your dog used to the canoe. Let them jump in it on the ground. Put their favorite toy in there and let them jump in to play with it. Reward them when they go in with a tasty treat. Maybe put them in there and give them a kong filled with peanut butter. This is much like training a dog to love their crate. To make your canoe dog friendly it is important to make them feel secure. One way to do this is to put a non-slip bath mat on the bottom of the canoe so that they have a more secure footing. There are many things

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

I watch as Lucy jumps from rock to rock with her feet bare. Memphis following closely behind her. Anyone would think he’s her dog by the way he acts all love sick around her. The dog is damn well smitten by her. Hell, I swear I nearly have to fight him for Lucy’s attention at night when we’re watching TV. As soon as she takes her seat on the couch after dinner he’s straight up next to her, resting his big head on her lap as her fingers automatically start patting him.

I woke up to a sound of a dog barking. “ Woof, woof, woof “ The dog goes. This was the morning of June 28, 2011. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the backyard. There she is on my sister Kathy’s lap. She was very friendly at first, but things changes down the line. Her name is Gogo. She was a pekingese , Black face, long body , and the color of tan. Gogo lived a sad, mean, and cancer life. Not that my family didn’t treat her right or that was the problem. The past life before she entered our family was why she is the way she is.

I love dogs and I’ve always wanted a cute fuzzy one of my own. However, my mom refuses to let me get a dog unless she doesn’t have to life with it. Even though my mom thinks they’re cute, she still dislikes touching dogs and thinks that they cost too much money.

To many, a pet is much more than an animal that lives in the same house as them. A pet is more than a nuisance with fur that one has to feed and care for. For most, a pet is another family member. A pet is a constant companion that is there to play, cuddle, and bring one joy. One always remembers their first pet. They remember how their pet was always there to comfort them when their own world seemed to be falling apart. Sadly, one also remembers when their first pet died. How when they left you, they also left a gaping hole in your heart that remained hollow ever since.

Every Saturday morning when the trees are still tinged with blue, Coco and I would stroll down the road leading out of our house. We enter into the endless preserve of saguaro and dirt. Coco, for a fifteen-year-old Jack Russell, is a fun-sized, furry firecracker. She doesn’t say much, but the bounce in her step and sassy saunter is enough to put a smile on anyone’s face. Her collar jingles as she sprints in front of me with her signature lopsided grin and a crazy look in her eyes. She has been, and always will be, a mischievous puppy. One time she dug a hole under the gate and slipped out. My eyes bulged when I saw her swimming in circles in my neighbor’s recently cleaned pool. She looked like a drenched rat as she scurried back to the house. I expected a good yelling when my neighbor saw what she had done, but all he said was “Your dog is a hell of a good swimmer.”

“I can’t believe it’s actually happening! I’ve been waiting on this moment for a long time now.” My seven year old self was very excited to learn that my family was purchasing a German Shepherd puppy. I love dogs, always have and always will, and I never had a puppy of my own before, much less raised one. So when my family and I packed into the car to make the long, tedious trip up to Savannah, I could barely contain my excitement.

Meow...MEow...MEOW… My cat Squeaks screamed while giving birth to her kittens. It was scary and very cool to see Squeaks and her little bloody kittens all bundled up on the pile of clothes. Her children were named Max(oldest boy),Smokey(middle boy)diamond(only girl),and weasel(youngest boy).Weasel was black and dark gray with little patches of orange and very long as a new born, Max was white,black, and fat he look like the boy version of squeaks,Diamond was full on black and very hard to find unless she was eating with her brothers,and Smokey was very lazy, gray,white and skinny.They all had different personalities you wouldn’t know about if you didn’t pay attention.

Most of Wyatt’s prepper friends warned him that bringing a dog into the bunker would create a new set of problems to be dealt with, such as extra medical supplies, storing food, and creating space for her to run and relieve herself, but as Wyatt saw it, he didn’t have a wife or kids to stock supplies for so he had space to spare. He kept Sugar on a diet that consisted of dry kibble and a variety of homemade meals and treats which were made from ingredients he would already have in the bunker stores anyway. He also fitted the door to each compartment with a doggy door so that she could go between the “house” and the “yard” unassisted. Then, he divided the second unit into three parts. The mudroom entry led directly into a gym that had been