Descriptive Essay About My Dog

On my 17th birthday, I walked into my bedroom to see a snow white puppy with brown spots. He was in the middle of the floor laying on a furry, green pet pillow. A 4 month old pekingese that I named Baizil. He was afraid at first and only came out of the room for food, and to use the bathroom. Baizil was the sweetest ,laziest, most overprotective dog I had ever seen.

Our dog was a yellow lab and very energetic. She would sleep in the living room, but once she heard a car pull in and saw my Grandma come out of that car she jumped in the window and ran around and couldn’t wait till she came in. Her excitement was only half of what I had when she would show up. Each year we spend every holiday together and the one I find the most pleasurable and can never forget is our tradition we have for Christmas. She would come on Christmas Eve and have dinner and we would have a grand night and she would stay over and the next morning we would all wake up early and have a wonderful Christmas day together. As kids my brother and I would go to the backyard and race and she was always the one there cheering for each of us to win, although one was always the loser. She played a fantastic role in my childhood and an even spectacular one as I’ve grown into the young adult I am today.

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.

It was a very snowy day in the historic sight of Washington D.C. With all the buildings and monuments. So many people walking about. It was so much fun being with my friends when suddenly I see a small figure huddled by a trash bin. I said bye to my friends and walked over to this figure. When just then I notice it is a German Shepherd puppy! When I approached it it jumped right into my arms!

I got my very first animal in September of 2009. It was a dog and we named him Buddy. I walking into shelter trying to find the right dog to bring home. I was so excited to get my first dog! Thinking which one is going to be the one. When we walked in all we could here was barking. Walking by cages of cute puppies, then we found just the right one, Buddy!

That night my parents forgot her outside in the backyard. But I remembered her. I went downstairs, let her in, and gave her some leftover turkey from earlier that night. We both went upstairs and with her literally on top of me, keeping me warm, her slicked back fur and a smile on her little puppy-dog face, we fell asleep, bringing the most perfect day to an

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

About two years ago my sister had taken in a dog named Morgan. At first I didn’t exactly agree with this because she already had a dog that she hardly took care of. When my sister brought Morgan home she was about two months old. I could still hold her in on had. And as I spent more time with her, she became my baby.

My first memory of my dog was in the living room. I was sitting down watching tv, when I heard her big paws running towards me. she came running and sat on my lap and started licking me. I was so happy. I was lighthearted, because that was her first time ever licking me.

Suddenly, it was as if my memory went on replay. Memories of dressing up my dog and pushing him around in my strollers meant for dolls. The way he would never complain even if I handled him roughly. His deep, dark brown eyes framed by his rounded face covered in curly, white fur. I remembered playing with him in the grass a couple days after we had moved to Texas, relishing in the warmth of the sun, so unfamiliar for that season to someone who has lived in the North.

It was an average weeknight, my brothers and I goofing around, my mom sewing, and my dad was out getting groceries. All of a sudden my dog Rascal started spazzing on the ground and breathing really heavy. It was very confusing at first because he was fine and then he wasn’t. We put a blanket under him and relaxed with him. When my dad came home he said stuff in my private with my mom and they came back in and said it was time for bed. So we all went to bed hoping he was going to be okay.

My dad drove down to Kalamazoo and came back 3 hours later. This tiny black and white puppy jumped up on the window of the car and my dad went to let her out. When she got out she was standing there frozen from fear.

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.

Chad my Mom and I walk into are house and it was destroyed. Even my mickey mouse was chewed to bits, and in the middle of it all was our gold lab Krammer. Krammer was left outside during hurricane katrina, he was found wandering the streets. My Dad thought it would be a great idea to find a friend for our other dog summer, and he came home with the craziest dog ever. Krammer had extreme separation anxiety after being left during Katrina, so whenever we would leave he would chew out of his metal cage and chew stuff up and use the bathroom everywhere. But one day my dad decided to tie up his cage so he couldn't come out. He started freaking out after we left and he pooped and peed blood. When we got home they took him to the vet and they found out he had some illness and had to be put down that dreaded day.

It was my seventh birthday and also one of the best days of my entire life. I had just opened up the last of my presents and was thanking my family for all the gifts they had given me for my birthday. When I heard a bark and turned around to see my dad holding what would be my favorite birthday present that I ever received. It was my first dog, an Irish Setter named Scarlet.