Descriptive Essay About A Dog

Dogs become vital to you, they are something you wouldn’t ever give up. My dog, Carly has taught me so many life lessons, even when she can’t even talk. She has taught to be a kind, positive, selfless human being. Yes, having a dog may be challenging, stressful work, but in the end it’s all worth it. Ever since I was a little girl I have always wanted a dog. When I was about three, my cousins unexpectedly lost their chocolate lab, Bailey. I don’t remember Bailey, but I do remember when they brought home a yellow lab puppy named Tess. The moment I laid eyes on Tess, it sparked something inside me and from that point on, I had a desire to one day have my own dog.

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

It is said that a dog is a man’s best friend. Though this epigram appears have been written by a chauvinist, I still live my life by it. I am an animal lover, and it shows. At that time my family had already rescued and taken care of a total of seven animals. So, when my mother called me saying we would have to take in another animal I was both elated and concerned.

Every day, it’s said that it’s life or death every single day and one day in particular it couldn’t be more true. The day was January 1st 2014 the start of the new year and me not knowing that morning would be the last time I would be able to walk outside without having to look out. It would also be the last morning/day with my dog. The morning started like every morning would. I would wake up, sit there, and watch t.v. while petting my dog. I got up when everyone else was awake and I decided to get onto the computer to watch YouTube or to play games for the whole day. After I had gotten on and sat down, my dad told me to take out my dog. Since it was school break I wanted to be lazy so I told him no. Eventually we got into an argument so he decided to take out my dog Dallas.

Dean Koontz once said, “ Once you have a wonderful dog, a life without one is diminished.” Seven years old me did not know what was going to transpire after I received a text from my mom saying to “ COME HOME NOW ”. Racing home on my bike, various ideas were running through my neurotic mind. I couldn’t help but think that I was in some sort of trouble or maybe the cats had gotten outside again. About five minutes later, I reached my house. I sprinted inside and burst in through the door, and then suddenly became quite discombobulated. My mom stood there with no expression on her face with a finger pointing towards the living room. Soon it became very clear that there was a puppy sleeping on the floor next to the couch and I immediately thought he was so cute and was stoked to be fostering another dog until my mom said, “ He’s ours!” We were going to keep him! My very first official dog, my older sister and I’s heads were going to explode we were so excited. About 5 years had passed when my mom had told my sister and the truth about Colby. He was neglected as a puppy and lost his parents, and all but one sister survived. Colby was suffering from malnourishment at the age of three months until the people at our local shelter found him and fixed him up. All of us were commiserating with each other on how heart-wrenching Colby’s situation was before he got to us. Other than Colby, my family has fostered a multitude of animals in the past and it has helped us help the animals

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.

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.

Most of my childhood I’ve had pets or more specifically dogs around me. Having a pet around to feed,

At the young age of 14, I fell in love for the first time. Although not ideal, he was white, covered with brown spots and innocent eyes; a young Chihuahua. Max and I came into each other’s lives on October 20, 2013, when my older brother told me that a dog was coming home soon. Although I was afraid of dogs, having previously been bit by one, I was oddly excited, and kept glancing at my phone and at the window for the arrival of the new member to our family. Once the duo arrived, my whole life would change. As my brother placed the small creature down, he came running towards me with his small wagging tale and innocent eyes. Once he began to lick my feet I knew I was in love. Our family settled on the name Max, but I called him Marco, and from then on I would treat Marco as if he was my true blood brother. This one lone puppy, taught me responsibility, compassion, and grief for others, as no other person has ever made me feel.

Boom! The car door slammed and then I saw the DOG! I couldn’t believe that I actually got to see him! I was so HAPPY! When I looked outside I saw Woody get out of the car and I said “WOODY’S HERE!” and then I see him sniffing to get used to the yard. I was talking to my brother’s friend because he was scared of Woody He said “I’m scared” I said “He is a really nice dog.” Woody is light brown and has a white chest and white toes. I was sooo happy it felt like 1 billion years before he came in. It felt like that because I have always wanted a dog. I was thinking to myself what it would be like to have a dog for one week and a half! “Kayla do you think Woody will like C.J. and Chloe?” “I don’t know” Kayla said I was thinking how fun it would be to have a dog in the house 1 ½ weeks! “I am really excited!” I declared “Me too” Ben and Kayla said at the same time. My brother and sister were excited too but I knew I was the most excited! “When are they ever going to come in?” Ben said. “Don’t you have a baseball game?” I asked “Yea” Ben stated We were looking out the window still, and my dad and his uncle were talking and I was getting very impatient. “ I wish we could go outside.” I said. “I wonder why we can’t?!” Kayla said We were told to stay inside otherwise I would be out that door right when Woody got there!

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.

Growing up in the suburbs had its perks, but for the most part it was an individualistic environment. For me, my small neighborhood wasn’t anything like the ones that you see on TV. No friendly next-door neighbors brought us casserole for moving in, there were no children in my age group for miles, and for the most part the only people to keep me company were my siblings. My parents were never ridiculously strict, but they had one rule that they would never change their minds about; no dogs. Growing up there was nothing I wanted more than a dog. Dogs are the perfect childhood companion, they’re only tired when you are, they love to play outside, and because they can’t speak they make the perfect companion to listen to all of your problems. My parents both had three dogs each while they were growing up, and they stuck to their rule because they knew how much effort it took to take care of one. Upset over the fact that I would never know what it would be like to own a dog, I went back to my old boring routine; until one day, he appeared.

It all started out on May 23, 2003. My mom was walking around the city trying to go into labor, she was on her way to pay the electric bill when her water finally broke. I was 2 weeks late when I finally decided to come into the world. My mom called my dad and told him what was going on. My dad raced to pick up my mom and he drove like a maniac to the hospital. here my mom got her epidural and my dad passes out when he saw blood. When my mom had me, I weighed 6 pounds 4 Oz and I was 18 inches long.