Descriptive Essay About A Dog

Then another dog approached us. Chief started to pull on the leash and I started running with him but he got too fast. My brother let go of the leash as he started to lose his balance whereas I did not have the same common sense. I lost my balance and heard my Grandpa yell “Chief stop!” I then proceeded to face plant into the cobblestone street. I pushed myself up and was already bawling. Blood was gushing from my lip, I could feel the hot blood running down my face. My Grandpa and brother rushed me back to the

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.

All of the sudden, Boomer stopped eating and wouldn’t stand up to go outside. I was scared that my dog would die. A couple of days later he did. I recall waking up and him being gone. I asked my mom, “Where is Boomer?” and she answered, “Your dad and grandpa took him to the vet to be put down.” I started crying as soon as she gave me this tragic news. Boomer dying was one of the worst things that has happened in my life. At school that day, I told Will all about it. I cried at school and didn’t want to do anything. I wanted his food and water bowl taken away so I would forget all about what happened. Most mornings I would wake up crying about Boomer. I would dream of him most nights as well. My dad was very upset with Boomer dying too. He would talk to my mom about him a lot. I was upset for about a week when Boomer died.

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

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.

“DOG.”That's all I could think. Today was the day me and my dad would go pick my dog bud from the springs, I was so excited! Finally I would get a lifelong friend. When it was time to go we loaded up in the car. During the ride we got hungry so we stopped at Pete's dinner on the way. My dad had a burger and I had steak, the steak was incredibly juicy, we paid a total of 10;30$.But before we left my dad had to say hi to the owner because Pete was a friend of my grandpa's. Then we got back into the car and continued our journey. While on the road I stared on the window, my dad raging behind me because he was cut off while turning. Though I preferred to stay awake I fell asleep on the way only to be awoken when we arrived. We were greeted kindly by the breeder who gave us bud. He directed us to the living room where I would play with bud and the breeder and my dad would fill out the paperwork. There he was my soon to be dog Bud. Bud was a brown and white shih Tzu, my favorite breed, with brown eyes and a hairy faced purebred. He was the best thing I've ever seen in my life. While my dad was paying the breeder and filling out paperwork I was sitting and playing with Bud his little feet were so cute as he tried to run at me, such a ferocious beast. After about 30+ minutes of playing my dad tapped me on the shoulder and said it was time to leave. We loaded back up in the car, this time with Bud, except I was still tired so I layed down in the back carefully with a

When I was born, I was born with a dog. We came home from the hospital together. In the beginning, my dog was fairly laid back, my dog was a quiet. When I was younger, my dog was always there, quietly watching. The first time my dog bit me was when I was six, and I was always warier after that

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.

My most memorable part was my black lab I had when I was 1-7. Her name was Koda. She was one of the best dogs I've ever had. She was so protective and if something was wrong, she would let you know. For example, one night there was a police chase by my old house in Cincinnati. The person that the police were chasing ditched his car and ran through my backyard. The cops showed up at our house thinking the man came into our house to hide so they came in to look around and make sure we were safe. My dog Koda kept barking at the back door and when the police looked out the back door the man was hiding behind this tall fence. Then when the police left my dog laid down and put her paws over her ears because there were police sirens outside. Soon after that my dog passed away from kidney cancer. I woke up one morning and she was laying on my floor not breathing. I ran downstairs to tell my mom and that was the last time I saw her. When I was

As a little kid I had always feared dogs. Actually, I guess you could say I was scared to death of them. I never knew why, but the moment I spotted one of those little, fluffy demons, I was running for my life.

When most people think about dogs, they say that they are man's best friend. Although this is true, they are much more than that. They are your family. They are the only animal in the world who does not care if you are not perfect, and will love you not matter what you do. This is what dogs truly are. When you realize this is true about all dogs, it makes it even harder to let them go.

“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,

My dog has always been special to me, every since my dad brought him home as a present to my family. He has taught me many important lessons, that I don’t think any human could have done so, even my mom, to her surprise. He has taught me the importance of keeping my word and to live life to fullest because you don’t know what tomorrow holds.