Descriptive Essay About Dog

Gary had a hard time overcoming this fact of life. Knowing that his parents won’t there for him, he had to find another way to be happy. Dogs were his medicine. He could talk to them. They would listen. The dogs may not respond but they can. Love has no bound between a dog and human. His first dog was Snowball

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

Sometimes I feel lonely. You can have tons of people by you but still feel like you have you have no one around. But my dog is like my best friend. I know that even though animals can’t talk he knows how I feel. His name is Max and is a Teacup Yorkie. It was seventh grade. The last track meet and I didn’t know that I was getting a new dog but we did talk about getting a new dog. Before that I had a girl Teacup Yorkie who we called Diamond. We was playing in the yard and Diamond went to start running and a car ran her over. I was hurt. I thought I would never want to have a dog again. My mom kept looking for dogs and we couldn’t find one that looked like Diamond because I wanted a Teacup Yorkie and they were very hard to find. But

Then we got Rex.. well he was a retired cop dog and I could literally ride him around. He lasted about 5 months then someone stole him. Then we got George Regan, well this dog was so stupid he'd pee on you every time you pet him. He ended up biting someone on dogwood.. I have no clue how he got that far or why.. but the peoples daughter he bit kept him.. or perhaps they killed him and didnt tell me? Well then we got Jack, he was a jack russel looked just like wishbone. I went to work with mom for some reason, and one of her coworkers had him on a leash out front, well I asked if I could pet him and she said of course he's yours! That was a surprise and sweet gift from the Barbara. We had him probably 7 years, he ate her peper spray once and went blind he sill could jump up to your neck. So we took him everywhere he was my best buddy. He was the only one she'd let me keep in the house ( 50% of the time). Then her and amanda backed over him on christmas eve one year (I might have already told you this) I was out at lavanias with the village and here comes amanda in crying, she throws off her wig

My big, black, lab dog, Sonny whom I called my baby, slouched into a fluffy ball of oily fur.Crying, I clenched his paw, and laid my head onto his large stomach.

My dad was going to try to start his own bookkeeping company, with the help of our other uncle—who also lived in Nevada—Larry. This time, the trip only took six days. Again, it was pretty uneventful aside from the day that we drove in a snowstorm, which was pretty cool, but also scary because the windshield fogged up, and we couldn't see the road for a while. But other than that, nothing really happened. Just a lot of driving. Anyway, when we got to Nevada, we had to stay in a hotel for a few days while my parents looked for an apartment. Since we didn't really have much time to prepare and plan for the move, everything was going really fast. We didn't find a place to live before moving. Luckily, the first apartment they applied for accepted us, so we only stayed in the hotel for 2-3 days before moving into the apartment. The whole bookkeeping thing didn't really work out. He got a couple jobs here and there, but they were all temporary. We had some hope a few times that maybe it was starting to lift off the ground, but it never really did. So, my dad gave up on that, and starting sending resumes out to a bunch of different companies again. Eventually, he got a couple of part-time jobs, but nothing to really support us. During this time, our dog, Olive was starting to get sick. Olive was an amazing dog. She was really sweet and lovable. We had her ever since I was 3. She was like my animal sister. She was developing a cancerous tumor in her mouth, and she had some disease that made her body incapable of absorbing the nutrients from her food. So she continuously got skinnier and weaker everyday. Finally, we decided that we shouldn't let her suffer anymore. We had to put her down. And if that blow wasn't enough, my dad lost both of the part-time jobs. After a few more months of struggling, my dad finally got another job interview. And a while later, we found out he got the job. Overjoyed, he took it. But we had to move again. This time,

When my parents brought him home they said “he may not be the best dog but he’s ours”. The reason they said this was because he was the runt of the litter and had a big head with a small body All I wanted was a dog who could run and jump and play. He was very weak and so he just laid on the couch for the first months of his life, But one day when I came home from school I saw him walking I immediately I shouted “he’s walking” we took him to the vet for the first time when he was two and the vet said that he was still very weak and he still

In my own life, I had my own “Marley and Me,” but with a dog named Flint. I got involved with the organization Guiding Eyes for the Blind my sophomore year of high school, and was placed with an adorable yellow lab in early May. In the beginning I was overwhelmed with school work and raising an eight week old puppy. Flint was destroying the furniture, biting my ankles as I walked, not sleeping through the night, and having accidents left and right. At some points I even thought about giving up after several occasions, such as the time I called him a “devil dog” after he chewed through my favorite pair of running shoes. After weeks of more tears and more pairs of shoes, Flint became my best friend. We went shopping together, played fetch,

Ever since I was young my family has always had a dog. The first one we had was a sable German Shepherd named Steel, but he had bad hips and we gave him to one of my dads friends because he wasn't very healthy. The next dog we got was named Tiger and he was a sable German Shepherd as well. From what I remember Tiger was pretty mellow and gentle for a German Shepard. Tiger started to develop a patch of skin cancer around his eye when he was seven years old. When he was nine years old my family decide to put him down. Fritz is the next dog we got and this time we got a black German Shepherd. Fritz and I go on daily walks in my neighborhood. Right now Fritz is still a little disobedient however, that is expected because he is only two years old

On the way home my dad was telling me that she wouldn’t eat, drink and she couldn’t even get up to relieve herself. He said that she had completely given up. Depressing huh? Well when we got home I could not think of anything else to do but lay down next to her. After about ten minutes of being with her my dad said my mom was on her way home and when she got home we would take Malea to the vet to put her down. For the first time in my life, I never wanted my mom to come home. As sad as I was, inside I knew that it was better to put her down then let her suffer all because I wanted her.

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

Jack adjusted to life with us quickly. As the years flew by, he morphed into my favorite shoulder to cry on, my

Growing up, my family had always had cats, from when I was born. For my ninth birthday I got two kittens, a tabby Bengal mix called Buster and a Russian blue named Blue, ironic I know. They didn’t look like brothers but you could always tell by the little diamond of white fur they both had on their chests. Even though I adored both cats, I had always drifted towards blue with his big eyes and his constantly playful mood, he became my best friend. Now here I was, eight years later holding my best friend in the lobby of a vets office with all the other sad looking animals. The peppy nurse with the high ponytail and big eyes, trying to make the situation better, led us into a room down the hall. This room was different than all the other rooms in the facility, it had a couch with tissue boxes everywhere you looked and pictures of puppies and kittens hanging on the walls. The nurse closed the door and hung a sign on the outside, I knew exactly what that sign

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly