Descriptive Essay About Dogs

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. Likewise, 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.

Did you know that there is about 70-80 million dogs as pets in the U.S alone almost 50% of all homes have a dog in them as a pet. Many different people like different kinds of dog short, tall, hairy and many more. But most people choose a dog based on something more crucial, such as breed, personality traits, and color.

And on our way home, she almost peed in the backseat of the car because she was so scared. However, when we finally got home, she was overjoyed that she finally had a good home where she would be loved forever. Not only by six humans, but by three other animals including, two cats and one other dog named bella, tiger, my two cats, and libby, the other dog. She had to go right into the backyard because we were worried about how she would act around the other animals. But when she smelled Libby’s breath on the toys she busted through the screen door and she licked all of the animals until they looked like they swam in a pool.

As I kneeled beside the crate, he raised his head for just a second, and his tail moved two or three times. Mt wife (Joyce) walked over to stand beside me looked at the dog and said, “Hi Mr. Bobo you’re looking good today.” The little guy went nuts, rushing to the front of his crate sticking his nose through the opening in the wires. Looking us as if to say, "Pet me, pet me. His shot tail wagging

They were fighting it all started when my wife was taking in our big dog Midnight outside to use the bathroom but my dog Prince try to stop midnight from going outside, he chased him down and bit him on the back of his leg as he was getting ready to go out so midnight star chasing my little dog prince both dogs start fighting midnight was out of control he was hurting my little dog really bad by grabbing his neck and dragging him around

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.

First it started off by not paying attention to her. She got into some mushrooms that are poisonous to dogs. Then we took her inside the house and, she looked fine, although we didn’t know what she has been doing while we have been eating dinner.

It was barking very loudly, I kept on trying to shut it up the dog so I wouldn 't get caught. "God,this dog is trying to put my ass in jail!"

To many, a pet is much more than an animal that lives in the same house as them. A pet is more than a nuisance with fur that one has to feed and care for. For most, a pet is another family member. A pet is a constant companion that is there to play, cuddle, and bring one joy. One always remembers their first pet. They remember how their pet was always there to comfort them when their own world seemed to be falling apart. Sadly, one also remembers when their first pet died. How when they left you, they also left a gaping hole in your heart that remained hollow ever since.

Reese is furry, friendly, strong, playful, energetic, loyal, and most of all misjudged. Reese is a rescue pitbull. Our stories conjoined on a dreary Sunday morning; the night before it had been storming and the skies remained grey with small rays of light peeking through. Furthermore, it was that time of day where the sun has been up for a little while, yet no one is quite fully awake. Drowsily, I watched the trees and fields pass through the smudged window of the backseat of our family car. Simultaneously, the sounds from the radio entertained me as we drove down the interstate, we were on our way home from visiting family in Cincinnati for the Labor Day weekend. It was the typical boring car ride everybody sits through up until we all noticed something. “What is that?” My mom, brother, and I all thought to ourselves. Suddenly the question was answered.

Letting out a groan, I rolled my eyes and ran for the bathroom. There I found my dog, a dalmatian puppy, trying to get into the sink. Lacy left the sink on...again.

Sitting on the midnight black piano bench, I heard my friend Samantha’s dog panting behind me. I wait to turn around to pet the dog for I was having too much fun with Samantha banging on the piano keys while her parents were in the kitchen cooking spaghetti for dinner. I turn around finally having enough of banging on the keys to see their dark brown bull mastiff sitting directly behind me.

Tasha and River were jumping really high and landed with their arms up like they were waving to me and saying hi. I teach dogs cool tricks because it's fun and it reliefs me. The dogs I teach tricks to is Tasha and River. They are really good listeners and they learn quickly. Also, they keep me company when I'm home alone and when I teach them tricks. They enjoy doing tricks with me because they show it on their face. I give them treats when they listen to what I say to them when I am teaching them new tricks. For example when Tasha and River get the trick right I give them each a treat to eat. But only teach them one to two tricks a day because I don't want to push them to the max, and fill them up on treats. If you would like to teach dogs tricks like me then that's great.

I quickly called my mother and cradled the dog in my arms while she called around to an all night emergency vet hospital. My mom drove and I held him the whole way there. He didn’t make a sound. Not another yelp or snarl. We arrived at the hospital and the vet techs greeted us at the front door with a stretcher and when I placed him on it he reached his head up, licked the lead techs hand, and began wagging his tail. They promptly went through the procedure of setting, aligning, bandaging, and splinting his broken leg and within two hours he was home resting comfortably, with only a splinted rear leg wrapped in yellow gauze with a green puppy foot print pattern on it to tell that anything had happened.

Most of Wyatt’s prepper friends warned him that bringing a dog into the bunker would create a new set of problems to be dealt with, such as extra medical supplies, storing food, and creating space for her to run and relieve herself, but as Wyatt saw it, he didn’t have a wife or kids to stock supplies for so he had space to spare. He kept Sugar on a diet that consisted of dry kibble and a variety of homemade meals and treats which were made from ingredients he would already have in the bunker stores anyway. He also fitted the door to each compartment with a doggy door so that she could go between the “house” and the “yard” unassisted. Then, he divided the second unit into three parts. The mudroom entry led directly into a gym that had been