Descriptive Essay : ' New Dog ' Essay

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.

After a long, stressful day at school with a lot of homework to do, I go lay on the couch and rest my eyes for a bit, but only to open my eyes to see the cutest dog in the world jump right next to me. I start to smile as my dog gets closer to my face, about to lick my face to smithereens.

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.

I woke up to a sound of a dog barking. “ Woof, woof, woof “ The dog goes. This was the morning of June 28, 2011. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the backyard. There she is on my sister Kathy’s lap. She was very friendly at first, but things changes down the line. Her name is Gogo. She was a pekingese , Black face, long body , and the color of tan. Gogo lived a sad, mean, and cancer life. Not that my family didn’t treat her right or that was the problem. The past life before she entered our family was why she is the way she is.

It all started out on May 23, 2003. My mom was walking around the city trying to go into labor, she was on her way to pay the electric bill when her water finally broke. I was 2 weeks late when I finally decided to come into the world. My mom called my dad and told him what was going on. My dad raced to pick up my mom and he drove like a maniac to the hospital. here my mom got her epidural and my dad passes out when he saw blood. When my mom had me, I weighed 6 pounds 4 Oz and I was 18 inches long.

Smelling her way through the complete darkness, she made her way to the game room where there were smells of old rotten food coming through the door. Conveniently, the door was left open. She entered the room and began the attack. Ripping open cases and chewing discs like a rubber toy. Destroying anything she could get her hands (or paws for that matter) on.

I banged my head against my pillow. “I don’t want to go run a mile!” I shouted. I waited for a response, there was none. Suddenly, my door flew open. For a few moments, no one was there. Suddenly, my mom came running in.

"Ugh. Here, you know what," I said with a sigh, "give me a hug Ben. I'm sorry I'm always so snappy to you. Just then a smile formed on Ben's freckly face and greedily he raced toward me like a starved puppy."

Toby reveals that his daughter has won a drawing competition. All the office employees congratulate Toby and comments on his daughter’s drawing talent. Andy gets mad. He questions: “Why is she met with praise and love, and I don’t?”. His co-workers state that it is a different situation. Andy doesn’t accept it, he goes on to say that age is just a number. They don’t take his argument seriously.

We were missing a very important part of our family. Growing up we always had a dog in our house and after she passed away it left an empty hole in our family. So we started to look for dogs that we could adopt. We found a dog on a website and instantly fell in love with his picture. However they did not have much information about the dog named #199. The only information on the website about this dog was that they thought he was a collie/whippet mix, male, playful, and is about ten months old. After we turned in the application, we went to the shelter to meet him. We started the travel to Scott County Animal Shelter.

Dean Koontz once said, “ Once you have a wonderful dog, a life without one is diminished.” Seven years old me did not know what was going to transpire after I received a text from my mom saying to “ COME HOME NOW ”. Racing home on my bike, various ideas were running through my neurotic mind. I couldn’t help but think that I was in some sort of trouble or maybe the cats had gotten outside again. About five minutes later, I reached my house. I sprinted inside and burst in through the door, and then suddenly became quite discombobulated. My mom stood there with no expression on her face with a finger pointing towards the living room. Soon it became very clear that there was a puppy sleeping on the floor next to the couch and I immediately thought he was so cute and was stoked to be fostering another dog until my mom said, “ He’s ours!” We were going to keep him! My very first official dog, my older sister and I’s heads were going to explode we were so excited. About 5 years had passed when my mom had told my sister and the truth about Colby. He was neglected as a puppy and lost his parents, and all but one sister survived. Colby was suffering from malnourishment at the age of three months until the people at our local shelter found him and fixed him up. All of us were commiserating with each other on how heart-wrenching Colby’s situation was before he got to us. Other than Colby, my family has fostered a multitude of animals in the past and it has helped us help the animals

“I can’t believe it’s actually happening! I’ve been waiting on this moment for a long time now.” My seven year old self was very excited to learn that my family was purchasing a German Shepherd puppy. I love dogs, always have and always will, and I never had a puppy of my own before, much less raised one. So when my family and I packed into the car to make the long, tedious trip up to Savannah, I could barely contain my excitement.

Growing up in the suburbs had its perks, but for the most part it was an individualistic environment. For me, my small neighborhood wasn’t anything like the ones that you see on TV. No friendly next-door neighbors brought us casserole for moving in, there were no children in my age group for miles, and for the most part the only people to keep me company were my siblings. My parents were never ridiculously strict, but they had one rule that they would never change their minds about; no dogs. Growing up there was nothing I wanted more than a dog. Dogs are the perfect childhood companion, they’re only tired when you are, they love to play outside, and because they can’t speak they make the perfect companion to listen to all of your problems. My parents both had three dogs each while they were growing up, and they stuck to their rule because they knew how much effort it took to take care of one. Upset over the fact that I would never know what it would be like to own a dog, I went back to my old boring routine; until one day, he appeared.

“DOG.”That's all I could think. Today was the day me and my dad would go pick my dog bud from the springs, I was so excited! Finally I would get a lifelong friend. When it was time to go we loaded up in the car. During the ride we got hungry so we stopped at Pete's dinner on the way. My dad had a burger and I had steak, the steak was incredibly juicy, we paid a total of 10;30$.But before we left my dad had to say hi to the owner because Pete was a friend of my grandpa's. Then we got back into the car and continued our journey. While on the road I stared on the window, my dad raging behind me because he was cut off while turning. Though I preferred to stay awake I fell asleep on the way only to be awoken when we arrived. We were greeted kindly by the breeder who gave us bud. He directed us to the living room where I would play with bud and the breeder and my dad would fill out the paperwork. There he was my soon to be dog Bud. Bud was a brown and white shih Tzu, my favorite breed, with brown eyes and a hairy faced purebred. He was the best thing I've ever seen in my life. While my dad was paying the breeder and filling out paperwork I was sitting and playing with Bud his little feet were so cute as he tried to run at me, such a ferocious beast. After about 30+ minutes of playing my dad tapped me on the shoulder and said it was time to leave. We loaded back up in the car, this time with Bud, except I was still tired so I layed down in the back carefully with a

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