Descriptive Essay About My First Pet

My step-sister Mia and I were asking for a dog for a long time. We would always watch The Animal Channel show about dogs or vet, and it would make us think about how much we wanted a dog. Both of us had dogs before, but we did not have one anymore, we either got rid of them or they were with our other parent we didn't live with. So we would keep asking my dad over and over and bribe him by saying we would clean the house and clean and take care of the dog. One day before my sisters dance recital Mia and I were in the middle of watching TV when we saw an ad for a free dog we ran outside and begged for a dog. So he said he would think about it if we all could behave and keep the house clean. So we worked our hardest to keep the house clean, from cleaning my little brother's bedroom to cleaning both bathrooms. He lived up to his promise and started looking at dogs on Facebook we found one that was close by in Norwich and we were so excited when we found out that we were going to meet him after my brothers game. We were so excited at the game that we walked around to pass the time we sat on the dock at the park next to the field and were so excited we thought looking in the river would help pass time but it really made it go by slower. When we got in the car after the

When I was six I really, really wanted a dog. I dreamt of adorable, white, fluffy, female dog that would follow me to school and let me dress her up. So every waking moment I would say to my parents things like, “We need something to protect the house when we are gone, we should get a dog,” or, “We need something that will play outside with us, let’s get a dog,” or, “My friend has a dog so we should get a dog.” Soon enough my parents went to the pet store and bought a dog for our family of five, soon to be six. At the time, my older sister, younger brother and I were at my grandma’s home so we were unaware of the surprise we would receive when we got home.

I sprang out of bed and peeked outside to see how the weather was, I couldn't believe this day was here. My parents said if it wasn't raining, we'd be able to adopt a puppy. It was a sunny day and there was no signs of rain. It was like the sun wanted me to get a new pup. This was the day I have been longing for. I can finally adopt a pet from the animal shelter, but will I be able to take care of it?

When I Adopted my pet from The Animal Shelter The day the day I finally adopted my pet from the animal shelter. So my mom told me to get in the car. I wonder were we are going. So we jump in the car. My mom said that we are going to the animal shelter. Are we going to adopt a pet, I said. I will think about it she said.

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.

I was 13 years old at the time. I walked into the living room and heard my mom and step dad talking about something. “ What are you guys talking about?”, I asked. “ We are talking about a dog.”, said my step dad. He told me about his friend who has a dog that he can’t take care of. He showed me the picture of the dog and I instantly fell in love with that dog. I immediately asked my mom if I can have that dog. She said no but I kept asking her. I kept trying to think of reasons why I should have a dog . She said,” You won’t take care of it.” “I will take care of it.”, I responded. They next day I kept telling her about the dog. I told her to look at the picture again. She said it looked ugly with it’s short hair. “ It just got groomed. That’s

One day I was leaving for work but once I got to the car I realized I needed to run back in the house to get something. I walked in to the

When I got my first dog, Genghis, I was in elementary school. My sisters and I had been bugging our parents to get a dog for years. After a while they finally gave in. I was sitting in my room when my dad walked in and told me and my sister the news. “I just got off the phone with a lady who is selling Rottweiler puppies. Do you want to come with me to pick up our new dog?” He asked. Before my sister could even answer I shouted yes. My sister and I hugged each other and jumped up and down excitedly. “Hurry up and get dressed and then we will go.” My dad said. We did what he told us and then got into the car.

In late September of 2012, I was shocked when my family got me what I had been begging for after my cat died. My mom, grandparents, and I were almost to the dog-breeding farm where I was possibly going to get my new puppy. When we got to the place with the puppies my grandma and I were arguing over which puppy we were going to choose.

One day, one of my mom’s employees came in the bakery and told my mom about a person they know and that their dog was found on her porch. When I heard the news about the dog and saw the poster, I was very excited about it. My mom told the employee, that she would have to have to talk to my dad about getting the dog or not. It took a couple days to decide whether the dog would like me or not. After a couple days, my parents finally made a decision, which was to go meet the lady and look at the dog.

Boomer was one of the best dogs I ever had; he was a yellow Labrador Retriever. Ever since I was born, he had been my friend. I remember a few years ago, I was laying on the floor of my room and Boomer laid down with me, putting his arm over my back. He brought me great joy. I remember him as playful, caring, and a pretty big dog. He would never growl at me and was always eager to meet new people. Boomer was my to go to if I wasn’t feeling good, or if I was upset. When I was in third grade, we got another dog, Oscar, and everything changed. He is a German Wirehair Pointer, they are bred to be hunting dogs. Now I had two dogs to play with.

Think about something that can’t be lived without. The first thought coming to mind may be food, water or shelter, but for others that unlivable material could be an object. It could be a phone, a favorite shirt, a toy or any other assortment of items. Now imagine how that item can influence a life and decide if it does produce a long term impact in people’s thoughts and actions. A narrow mirror hanging on a wall or a pair of shoes on one's feet may appear trivial, but any item can have a story behind it and generate a lifelong impact. Can an object actually shape who someone is? Any object can influence someone’s life, no matter what it may be. I’m confident this is true since at one year of age, I acquired an item that helped craft who I am today and without it, my attitude and values would be drastically different.

Later that day, my sister and I went to the track at Memorial Park. My sister was teaching me how to bike. In the beginning, I was not happy and really wanted my dad to teach me instead of my sister. I was whining a lot whenever I passed my dad, but he always ignored me. Eventually, I gave up and allowed my sister to teach me how to bike. When I was finally able to ride the bike, my sister and I rode on the track together. We were talking to each other while paying attention to the road because

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