Sparky means lively and high-spirited, and my dog Sparky does certainly match that description. His electrifying personality makes almost everyone who meets him fall in love. Not to mention his adorable looks and the fact that he is an incredibly kind dog, but not exactly the brightest crayon in the box. His almost non-existent intelligence gives many interesting stories to tell about him. With him sleeping on the road, to him trying to fight a bear. My dog can be quite interesting and stupid at times
later and I am a proud dog owner of a dachshund. A relationship with a best friend who isn’t human is one I couldn’t imagine living without. As an owner I learned it’s not just mundane maintenance that takes to raise my dog but she also comes with her own quirks, attitude, and has molded an everlasting place in my heart. As humans we all have our own quirks that shape who we are in life and just like us dogs are no exception when it comes to their own unique personalities. My dog, Sandy, is currently
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
pass through my headphones as I was getting the car to go to Petco. I don't know why I wanted to go I guess I just agreed to go cause everyone else was, It's not like we were going to get a pet anyway. Everyone was talking I wasn’t paying attention. I was just staring and imagining that everyone was racing to get to one place. My sister started to try and get my attention. “Hey Will, when we get there do you wanna see the fish with me?”. “Sure,” I said just thinking about my old dog and how I would
would describe my cat, Cailie. No matter her age, her attitude always showed through. Until March of 2016, when she became ill with almost 100% kidney failure. To tell this sad tale, I will mention the memorable stories from her life, the warrior ways she fought her illness, and the death that changed everything. Cailie was born June 25, 1997. My parents adopted her when she was 8 weeks old at a very crowded animal shelter. The center had cats roaming all over a small, enclosed room. My parents did
My mom asked me for the first time in a long time”Do you want your very own pet,”since I was eight years old I have wished that I wanted a dog for my first pet, and the time finally came.So I answered back to her and I of course said “YES” i want my very first pet.So I went to go put my shoes on and as I was putting them on I was thinking back when I was six years old that I begged my mom to get me a dog.I put on my shoes and waited in the car for her,I eagerly wanted someone to play with instead
My Dog, Cookie Today is the day when my life changed. My best friend is gone and I have no one to play with. I was really sad. I didn’t know what to say nor think. In school I was distracted. I couldn’t concentrate. I felt warm tears running down my cheek again and then I realize I was crying. I whipped my face feeling the warm tears on my hand. Mom picked me up early because I was crying, a lot but I didn’t want to go home because I knew he would not be there. I wish he would come back. I want
Recently, my Composition I teacher assigned the class the task of composing a descriptive essay. This led me to the question, “what is a descriptive essay?” What topic could I possible write about for three whole pages? What have I done, seen, or experience that could fill these three long pages? My life thus far has been quite sheltered, so this has created quite the dilemma for me. Being that I am supposed to be descriptive, I feel the need to describe the stress that this has created for me. My physical
talking about a historical event and make it more interesting than other tedious historical event that happened in the past and was written as notes for next generations to read and know what had occurred in the past time. Under his talented illustration, Spiegelman has depicted clearly the life of a prisoner in a prison during the Holocaust time. One thing I notice from the graphic is that all the characters are wearing masks.
Compare and Contrast of Quindlen and Lutz Upon reading and examining two essays, “Life under the chief doublespeak officer” a narrative by William Lutz and “Homeless”, a descriptive by Anna Quindlen, I firmly believe that Quindlen provides the preferred essay due to the gravity of her subject, greater personal relevance, and that her material allows the reader to sympathize with the subject matter. William Lutz’s essay addresses the growing trend in Corporate America to disguise actions with words