Baizil loved to get his little, furry body petted. Whenever anyone was siting on the couch he would run and jump into their laps. Just like a baby he wanted to be talked to and played with all the time. Everyone loved him, he was the sweetest puppy in the neighborhood. For some reason most dogs do not like the mailman, Baizil on the other hand was sure to be at the mailbox everyday
There were ten acres of heavily forested land surrounding us, and it was all ours. We lived on top of a very steep hill, and our driveway was paved with gravel. Needless to say, sometimes we had to get out of our car and walk the whole way up. It wasn't all bad, though. From our hilltop, we had an excellent view of our surroundings. Trucks used the roads below to transport cargo to and from the nearby quarry, but we were high enough up that the noise didn't bother us. It was a good place to raise animals, so we got lots of pets. We had brought my dog Rufus all the way from Columbus. Rufus was a mutt that looked like a German Shepherd, he was as old as me, and I loved him dearly. We rescued another dog from the pound, a black Labrador named Fanny. I had dreamed of getting a pet pig ever since I had seen Babe, so my mother got me a pet pot-bellied pig named Pokey. He got a bit lonely, so we got another pig, named Spotty. We also got pet chickens to give us eggs. We had six hens, but I can't remember their names. We also had two roosters, named Godzilla and King Kong because they liked to fight each other. Their names were my idea. I was around nine at the time. Our old cat Junebug had died a long time ago, so we got a new cat named Curly. We had lots of fun with our new pets, and it didn't take long for me to get settled
I didn’t prepare a name in advance so I was still thinking of a good name to give it. All of a sudden, the name Buster pops into my head. “I am going to call you Buster”, I said proudly. After that I decided to take Buster a bath to get rid of the putrid stink. As I put him in the bath, he gives me this worried look. I then turn on the water and make sure it’s warm. As I start to pour the water on him, he tries to escape the bath. However, I start to pet him so he feels less afraid. He then started to get more relaxed and just sat in the bath letting me clean him. Once I was done, I turn off the water and let Buster out. He then starts to shake his whole body to dry himself. As the water bounces off him, I can feel it hit my face in a very harsh manner. I grab the towel and help him dry off. Soon after that, the day ended very quickly. I was glad that I finally got to get my first dog. During that time, I was extremely happy, and still am today with
Once upon a time my family and I took a road trip to Indiana to visit my grandparents and cousins. We always had the best times up there, but one in particular haunts me to this day. When we visit we always bring our dogs with us, and this particular time the neighbors had gotten a new Pit bull named Tank. Tank was the cutest, most determined little fellow, and that chilly day in November he was determined to meet our adorable miniature schnauzer Rosie. Tank had gotten out into my grandmother’s back yard eight times that day trying to get to Rosie. But that eighth time he escaped is a memory I will never forget. My cousins and I helped my grandma corral the aroused Tank so she could grab him and return him to his yard. By the time we got him
He was the most energetic dog I had ever seen I was shocked by how fast his little puppy leds could carry himself on our kitchen floor. Within the first few seconds of getting him he had already made an accident in the house with was a very unplanned
My brothers and I would come home from school, and play with him. If we rode our bikes around the farm he would try and take the front tire off of the bike. One time he got his teeth stuck in the tire and he got whipped around it hard. You would think he learned his lesson after that, but he didn’t. We had another dog at the same time as Wheels. His name was Pouché. We’d chase them around the yard and try and pull their tails, and when we did they got mad. They would try and bite us, we thought it was funny when the other person was screaming and running away, but when it was our turn it wasn’t so funny. We’d also try and catch some cats with them. My brothers and I would have fishing nets and the dogs would be chasing them. We always had this one cat that we tried to go after. We called it the “psycho” cat. It was kind of strange looking, pudgy, scar by his eye, and huge
Martin, or Marty, is my dog who can always be counted on to always make me laugh, by way of his high energy and playfulness. Marty, in fact, is so energetic that he discards any common sense that a dog may have in a burst of randomness. For instance. He runs out of my brother’s room, into my parents’ room, out of their room, into my room, out of my room, into my parents’ room, and right smack into their bed. Hard. But he gets up, unfazed, and repeats the process.
Most little girls dream of becoming a princess and finding their Prince Charming. I dreamed for a puppy that would snuggle with me in bed and chase away the nightmares. Fast forward to seventeen years 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.
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.
“Hurry up Teagan and get the pets or we're gonna be late!” I slowly got up out of bed and got my Tshirt on with my jean shorts and when to my mom and dad’s room was so I could watch the pets. I heard screaming and shouting going on downstairs. My pets Scooter the black cat, Nikko the French bulldog, and Autumn the tortoiseshell cat never even noticed all the comotion.
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
tightly bracing for impact when another dog like animal knocked it off it’s feet, roaring loudly. It wasn’t bald like the other creature, it was covered in fine purple and black hair its eyes and nose were scrunched up like it was caught in a permanent scowl, still he was thankful that the ugly pug had just jumped in. Phoenix couldn’t help but note the gashes and scars all over the beast like it’d previously been in battle. The purple beast was substantially smaller than the other but a lot more solid and must have had a deathly strong grip. Phoenix ran over to where Allen and Ellie sat on the road with Crayton as the two animals fought around them.
In a field of green grass, a young girl with auburn curls is running with her best friend, a four-legged loving dog named Bongo. His wrinkly face and wagging tail makes him adorable and approachable even to strangers. Her parents are smiling and watching the playful dog interact with his human friend until a stranger approaches them and warns them of the dangers of dogs of that breed and how the dog could seriously injure the young girl. Bongo is a nine-year-old American Bulldog that was adopted by the family at the age of two. When they adopted Bongo, the shelter mentioned to the family that he was removed from his previous home because of neglect. Bongo had a rough start in life suffering with a family who chained him up and left him to die, despite this, his heart was full of love which made the family adopt him right away.
His name is Guaiguai, meaning clever and well behaved in Chinese. He joined our family when I was in first grade as a gift from a family friend. Yes, he is a Bichon Frise, a type of French dog. He is always by my side and a part of our family. But one day, as we were moving to a new house, my mom announced the news during dinner time: “We’re sending Guaiguai away. His new host will be here this weekend. I do not want to see dirty puppy claw anymore on my new shiny porcelain tiles.” She was like a despot, commanding us with absolute power. I had always respected and obey her decisions. But for the first time in my life, I felt like I need to say no. I have spent half of my life with this little creature. It is him accompany with me when I am home alone and listen to me complaining endlessly. He is my best friend and a part of my life. At that time, I didn’t have a clear sense of what is loyalty, but I felt like I would betray him and if I just stayed silent. I could not surrender, even though there was a price that I needed to pay.