Descriptive Essay About A Dog

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. Bending down she reaches into

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

where I would do just about anything to close my eyes and catch some shut eye. The man was I tired! As I began drinking my hot chocolate, I decided to get some fresh April air so I took my dog out. It was a quiet day… unusually quiet. Not too many cars passing, birds chirping quietly, and school was coming to an end. Ah yes, school is almost over, so I can finally sleep in for however long I want. The school makes the thought of eternal rest sound appealing. “James, take the dog outside!” yelled my

SHOULD BE SO THIS IS WHAT I HAVE \(._.)/ I woke up to my dog barking, I slowly sat up half asleep. I could not see anything. I clumsily walked to the light switch and turned it on. My eyes have not gusted yet, I seen black spots and everything was blurry. I rubbed my eyes hopeing it would help, it did. I looked outside my window, it was still dark out. It was snowing out, and on the news it said it’s supposed to snow a lot tomorrow. My dog started to bark again, I forgot that’s the reason I woke

“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. I kept on annoying my Grandpa with questions like, “are we there

tightly bracing for impact when another dog like animal knocked it off it’s feet, roaring loudly. It wasn’t bald like the other creature, it was covered in fine purple and black hair its eyes and nose were scrunched up like it was caught in a permanent scowl, still he was thankful that the ugly pug had just jumped in. Phoenix couldn’t help but note the gashes and scars all over the beast like it’d previously been in battle. The purple beast was substantially smaller than the other but a lot more

Dogs are considered man’s best friend and an important part of the family I even own a dog myself. I’ve had mine for almost seven years, and while I do care greatly for his health, and happiness I’ve grown sick of his complete disregard of commands, constant whining, and an unwarrantable need for attention. Not to mention the fact that this dog is constantly rolling around in the filthy grass getting all kinds of germs on him. My beloved dog has also cost me hundreds of dollars to simply raise him

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

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. Eight years old and caked with dirt from a Little League game I just finished, I headed over to the car. Sloppy mud floating around in my shoe, I felt like I was walking around in a marsh. My dad was driving the silver Toyota Matrix playing one of his Rolling Stones albums full blast

steps, he gave an spurious smile. Out of all 5 family members, he was the only one who wasn’t too fond of the idea of getting a dog. We bit off more than we could chew. Within the first week of Bella’s arrival, we had gone through 15 wee wee pads, a bottle of lysol wipes, and two pairs of shoes. I had underestimated the amount of responsibility required for taking care of a dog. I had additionally underestimated how long until my stepfather would crack under pressure. At first it was a few grunts here