Descriptive Essay : I Hate Dogs

I like dogs because they like to play lots of games,for example I throw the ball and the dog grabs it

I heard the click of the lock and my mom pushed the door open. We were greeted with an excited Coco. Her tail would wag furiously from left to right, making a thumping noise against the furniture and shakes her entire body in the process. My shoulders relax, and I did not realize how good it feels to be home. My brother pushes past me. The stench coming from his dirty and ripped up football jersey made my nose wrinkle. He rushes ahead to take a shower before dinner. That’s when a familiar smell hits me. A growling noise came from deep inside my stomach, wanting to be fed after a long tiring Thursday at school.

I walked into the brown barn and walked over to the bunny food and go a huge scoop out. I walked over to the baby bunnies cage and look over the side to dump the food in the bole and i looked and i see nothing all the bunnies got out. I looked around the barn for a little and i found two of the bunnies but one was missing. I tried to get in the horse stall but i couldn't get it open. I took the two bunnies inside. “Why did you bring the bunnies inside” my aunt Angel said.

On November 5, 2016 at 1:15 PM I visited the house of Alicia Parker it was a very spacious house very large and it looked really cozy because it had a very fury brown rug in the middle of the living room. The living room had leather sofas tan to be exact sofas in which Alicia enjoyed jumping on most of the time. She gave me a great welcome by joining me at the door with a huge hug, she told me "Rosy I’m so glad you’re here" and I said “really” and she said “yeah”. Shortly after that I told her “you want to go to the living room and play” and she said “yes, I want to show you my new dolly that I got from my auntie” and I told her “really” and she said “yes it’s a Tinker Bell doll and her wings move”. The tinker bell doll had a green dress and matching green shoes on.

8th grade: I learned taking things for granted was a bad idea. On December 17, 2011, my mom was celebrating an early Christmas party with her friends in San Mateo, California. Around 1:30 in the morning, she headed to the bathroom and that’s when her life changed. She lost feeling in her body and her face looked drowsy. She luckily ran out the bathroom yelling for help, then passed out seconds later. The ambulance came in a matter of minutes. I woke up that morning, the house was silent as a library. I said “Good morning Beary” to my hamster, Chewy. There was a sense of sobbing in the kitchen, it was my Lola. “What’s wrong?” as I asked. She responds “Your mom is in the hospital and she had a stroke”. I broke down in tears like the Niagara Waterfalls. My lolo told us that my mom would have her surgery at Stanford Hospital since Mills Peninsula couldn’t take the procedure.

On a sunny summer day I was in a car with my grandmother heading towards aunt Debby’s house. On the way there, my grandmother told me, Ollie, my aunt’s weiner dog has given birth to her first litter. She has given birth to six puppies. Unfortunately the father was a chihuahua. When we got to their one story house, Ollie came outside to greet us by licking our faces. We came inside the house it was small, There was one bathroom, three bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a small living room. The bedrooms were kind of messy. Ollie went in one of the bedrooms, so I decided to follow her. When Ollie and I came into the room, I saw the puppies! They were in a big soft blanket covered kid pool. For some odd reason there was only four puppies, so I asked

I got up that morning getting ready for school, went downstairs and gave her a kiss before I left. The whole day I wanted to go home just to be with my puppy, and then I got a call from my mom. “Raina, you need to get your sister and come home,” Mom said. “Why?” I replied. “Lexie is not doing good so we need to take her to the vet, and end her suffering,” Mom said in a sad voice.

There once was a young girl who lived with her parents in the city. The girl had no siblings and was all alone until a stray cat followed her home. Never before had she had a friend, so she kept the cat and pretended they were kin. Little did she know that the cat’s loving act was all a show. The girl named the male cat Smokey because of its gray fur. Its fur was as soft as silk and its paws were like tiny black boots. His neon green eyes glowed like rays of sunshine. He seemed to be gentle and loving and one of a kind. One day the girl left to go to school and Smokey snuck out of the house to find some food. “I’m starving, I’ve been wondering the streets for months and that useless girl couldn’t even leave me any food lying out.” Then, Smokey

The wind was like ghosts singing. The leaves were crumbling like somebody was eating potato chips. Tommy started to walk a little faster. Then, a little faster. He started to hear screams, really loud screams. He turned around and ran and ran and ran until he got home. When he barged in his house his mom had a really confused look on her face. Although it was a confused look it was more of a “I caught ya” look. She asked why Tom didn’t have the salt and pepper in my hand. He made up some lie and said the road was crossed off. That was the most stupidest excuse ever because for One, mom had already been in town to get dinner stuff just 1 hour ago. For Two, since Tommy was walking he could still get to the market. And for Three, his mom had saw him walk over to that house and then run back. “How about I answer that question”, said mom. She went on and on about how Tom was in so much trouble for going over there. She was booming, and hollering, and shouting, and yelling. She sent Little Tom to the store again with seven dollars to get some salt and pepper. This time he got the salt and pepper but when he came back Tommy took a back road. Then finally he snuck into the house. The bushes were untrimmed. The house wasn’t decorated. The doormat said “Go Away, I Don’t Like You.” There were big wooden doors covering the windows, except for one small window and the curtain had big holes. Tommy looked in

“He was bit by a snake but no poison was injected making it a dry bite,” the doctor said “but there is a mild infection and with some ointment he will be fine.” She sighed with relief. The doctor went in the back and came back with a prescription. My mom took my dog and the prescription and got in the car. As my mom drove home she thought to herself that next time we should pay more attention while

Squeezing the box sent the closure tabs flying open, and two cute, rotund pups came bounding over the edge of the box.One was immediately on my lap; his tail was slapping my leg, then it was in my face, then at my arm and back to my leg again; he was so wiggly. Remembering there was another puppy, I got up to go find him. As soon as I got my feet on the ground, the first little puppy began jumping at my legs and pulling at my sash with his milk teeth, which had untied due to my careless

Just last winter, I went to my grandma’s house to visit them. I spent the night there too. When we opened her house door her dog barked. She had a white furred dog and she was a small dog too. About 2 hours after my parents, brother, and sister left I watched a movie and ate popcorn with my grandma. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. We ate small white powdered donuts and chocolate milk. About an hour after we ate, my grandma asked me if I wanted to make the potato candy she makes every winter. I excitedly ran like a cheetah to the kitchen to help her. When I got there my grandma and I got out the ingredients. We carefully opened the powdered sugar and it smelled like I was in sugar land.The bag kind

I dashed outside into the shivering snow to find an owner for Snowball fast. I searched the city,and every house in it. I went to the last house I could think of,my neighbors house. I was surprised because Snowball was their kitten. I sadly went home with my head hung. That night I couldn't stop thinking about Snowball. The next morning, I went to my stocking,but my present was on the floor. I picked it up, and inside it was a kitten,whose appearance was just like Snowball’s.

Dogs! Dogs ! dogs ! Which one would you pick I would pick dogs because they do lots of great things for us that is why i picked them and i am about to explain it right now.

Type of study: the authors do not definitely mention to the type of study. However, based on the information, methods, data, and procedures, it can be concluded that the study was an analytical and experimental clinical trail. They conducted the study on sixteen dogs.