Descriptive Essay About Animals

More than a million different kinds of animals inhabit the earth. The exact number is not known, for new kinds are continually being discovered. They live in the seas, from the surfaces down to the black depths where no ray of sunlight penetrates. Animals can be domesticated or left in the wild where they truly belong. However, as time passed by, nowadays, animals are endlessly being exploited and fought for around the globe. Different opinions from different countries and races have divided to defend to defend their views and make a stand. This issue about the animals’ welfare should be taken more seriously until we find the right answers.

Everyone has a symbol, something that has come to represent all that they are and all that they hope to become. To understand the true heart and soul of a person, one must first understand who it is that they hope to become. As George Bernard Shaw once said, “Life is not about finding yourself, it is about creating yourself.” All people have something they strive toward and hope to become. Horses have become for me the symbol of everything I want to be in life, strength, determination, and compassion.

There are more than 200 species of squirrel that live all over the world, making the mammal so relatable. Furthermore, squirrels are familiar to almost everyone this universality makes them, in my opinion, so likable. They’re a creature most see, but can’t be bothered to notice or appreciate. Squirrels are members of the Sciuridae family, consisting of small and medium-sized rodents. This family includes tree squirrels, ground squirrels, chipmunks, flying squirrels and prairie dogs. I’m not particularly fond of rodents, however, I have recently grown quite the affinity for squirrels.

The car ride was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that makes you uneasy. I looked out the window into the darkness and all I could see was the quick flash of street lights as we drove past them. On my lap was the heavy carrier where my very deep breathing, furry companion was laying. As we took a turn into the parking lot my stomach dropped and I suddenly felt the lasagna I had for dinner that night trying to make a second appearance. We got out the car and the four of us headed towards the door. I always hated the vet.

My cats are a strange duo. One desperately yearns for the freedom of the outside world. The other we don’t bring outside for the fear that he’d actually have a heart attack. Cosmo and Newman were pretty much polar opposites. Newman is the one that wants freedom and Cosmo is the one that is perfectly contempt with his everyday life. Newman had light grey fur with a darker shade of fur stripes everywhere else. That is except for his paws which were white. I wanted to name him socks, but we already named one of our cats after a Seinfeld character so we had to go all in. Cosmo was all black causing him to scare me every time I accidentally step on him on my way to bed. One day, when I was six after I got home from school during a cold December day, it was perfectly normal. Except colder than usual. Eventually while sitting in the living room I noticed two cats in the yard. It was no big deal, wild cats live all around our house. However, these ones looked suspiciously familiar. Grabbing my things, I ran outside and see that my fears were correct, it was Cosmo and Newman. I ran after them and in the chaos caught Cosmo. Over the next week, I went on quite the adventure and learned a lesson along the way.

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 solid and must have had a deathly strong grip. Phoenix ran over to where Allen and Ellie sat on the road with Crayton as the two animals fought around them.

As I walk into the Homeward Animal Shelter for my dog walking shift, I think of the reason I began my weekly volunteering. I want to give love, in any way I can, to the animals who have been left by the ones they love. These animals that I spend an hour and a half with every Sunday need to know that someone loves them. That they have not been forgotten about and that it gets better. After spending the summer with my Aunt Renae and Uncle Chris and watching their newest rescue dog open up to be after three years, I learned that. For a dog that was abandoned by his family and left on the street, bounced between the shelter and temporary homes, he has finally found permanent love in our family.

Animals are one of God's greatest gifts to the world. Animals are loyal to humans no matter their religion, sexuality, or appearance. Humans care how their animal companions look, but why? Why alter an animal so much that they are unrecognizable especially since they love us the way we are? Participants from the University of British Columbia went on the streets and took a survey showing two dogs, one that had been surgically modified, and one that looked natural. The occupants were told that the dogs were siblings, and then were asked how the dogs looked different but were related. Forty two percent of people said that dogs from the same litter may have the same the blood, but they are not the same dog. (Dogs Are Born With Tails and Ears. They Should Keep Them) These people were saying this trying to convince others that the dogs were born this way. Unfortunately, when people think of Boxers or Doberman Pinschers, they do not think of these beautiful dogs in their natural state.

For a city girl, nature has a negative connotation. Nature sound like venomous bugs and plants that invoke laceration all wrapped up in a runny nose and red eyes due to allergies. City girls are not fond of the outdoors- I should know because I am one. I would choose a Quad Grande non-fat extra hot caramel macchiato upside down with a cake pop over camping any day. Although I may not enjoy it, I’ve lived in Alabama for six years now and that’s just not how Alabamians live their lives. This is a Southern state equipped with trees, hunting, and country roads. We have an outdoors supermarket in Birmingham- oh yeah, it is that serious. Now, of course, we do have our Starbucks and strip malls but Alabama is a nature state, she says hesitantly.

“Ask me to show you poetry in motion, and I will show you a horse,” said unknown. Traditionally, horses have always been a major fragment of my life. Following this, imagine a little girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes, mounted atop a horse that is painted brown and white, almost like a cow. Furthermore, horses have evolved my life, and have rescued me when I needed it the most.

One fateful January morning, I heard the clear, distinct sound of a cat’s meow among the chirping of the birds. I got my first glance of the furry visitor as I stepped barefoot out into the bitterly cold winter air. He was a skinny, rough looking, orange tom-cat, who had evidently not had the easiest life judging by the scratch marks from past scuffles. However, no matter how disheveled the feline was, it simply wasn’t humane to leave him out at nighttime when the temperature was below freezing with nowhere to go. I had made up my mind; I would take this poor cat into my garage and feed him and shelter him at night from the harsh weather. For a month, we kept this custom of opening the garage at night and letting him out in the morning, going as far to make him a cardboard box bed from old blankets. My family and I had even given him a name, Rocky, because he was such a fighter. Rocky was one of the sweetest cats I ever knew, and he would rub up against your legs when you fed him. After some time, it was time to take him to the veterinarian because he had clearly had fleas in the past. Looking back I just wish that appointment had waited a little longer.

“Welcome Back!” Mary’s cat yelled to her fake audience, “It’s been a while, but finally, Gertrude is back, bringing with her a plethora of new fables!” The empty seats hailed her in applause – a waiter in close proximity screamed his support. “Thank you, thank you all, I’m flattered – I hope you enjoy the new instalment, may many mysteries be resolved and the experience be enjoyed by all.”

My story takes place in during the summer of 2015. I had just recently got back from my long trip from New York and I was finally back home after a year. When I got home I started missing having a dog to take care of and to have around for company. Earlier in the year my older sister took the old family dog back to her in Boston, so I suddenly felt an urge to get another dog. I knew that It was wrong to get a new dog just because I missed my old one, but it didn't matter. I still wanted a new companion. So for the next few days I would spend most of my freetime looking up shelters all over the internet. I would searched all over the internet for available dogs that I would have multiple bookmarks on my browser each containing a new hopeful dog adoptee. But I couldn't find a dog that spoken to me, so as a family trip 3 of my family members all went up to salt lake city at a adoption dog event and tried to pick out a new furry member of our family. When we got there the area was a small dog store with tons of hyper dogs crowded into pens and cages. Each pen with a different breed of dogs just waiting to get adopted. The sounds of the room were filled with joyful yips as the dogs tried to climb up the cages, excited to meet the new people. All except one small white dog, who sat in the corner of the pen avoiding all interactions. In an instant everyone of my family members instantly ran to the dogs of their liking, my sister to a pair of chubby chihuahua sisters. my brother to

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.

Vulpes vuples and felis catus are two of the most prominent predators with in Currawinya National Park, predating on families such as the Dasyuridae, Muridae, Tachyglossidae and Thylacomyidae (The IUCN Red List of Threatened Species , 2017 ; Burbidge & Woinarski, 2016).