Descriptive Essay On A Dog

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.

As we get to know Charlie as an individual and witness him maturing and finding his feet in the world, we discover the extent of his troubled past. Through these letters to an anonymous source we are told of how he was institutionalised after the death of his adored Aunt Helen, how he suffers from episodes of depression, and although he doesn’t mention his late friend Michael very often, it is obvious how his suicide had a profound effect on Charlie. It left him reeling and questioning Michael’s reasons why he would commit such a tragic act. Charlie experiences flashbacks and towards the end of the novel, a series of incidents send Charlie spiralling into his most severe bout of depression ever. He discovers a number of repressed memories that, although shock the reader, help explain his mental turmoil.

Everyone has that perfect thought about how puppies are, soft, fluffy, loyal little companion. What’s wrong with having a puppy, besides everything? I was on a two hour long car trip, to look for a puppy that I could call mine. When I arrived at the home that the puppies were in, I was filled with felicity! I leaped out of the van and bolted right up to the door. “Come on mom!” I yelled. The rest of my family walked nonchalantly up to the door to where I was waiting, as if it were no big deal. My father knocked on the door and a few seconds later, a older lady came to the door and greeted us with a grin.

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 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.

He was a Lab-mix, half-black and half-brown, with pointed ears, short legs, and wild, hungry eyes. About a week after my father came home with him from the airport, the five-pound bundle of destructive energy single-handedly tore apart one of the bean-bag chairs in the family room. When we found him covered in white tufts, rolling in the carcass of his recently decimated prey, both my brother and I found it apt to change his name from Chase to Spaz. It suited the ravaging look on his small, adorable face.

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

I love dogs and I’ve always wanted a cute fuzzy one of my own. However, my mom refuses to let me get a dog unless she doesn’t have to life with it. Even though my mom thinks they’re cute, she still dislikes touching dogs and thinks that they cost too much money.

August Pullman, he was born with a face defect and had to get several plastic surgeries since he was born. August is just like everyone else besides his face. He plays on the playground and eats ice cream. But one thing he does not do is go to school. August has never gone and now that he would be in fifth grade his parents think that it may be time for him to go, now that everyone will be starting fresh. August believes that he is ready to start 5th grade and is a little nervous. He ends up being very adroit in math. But he ends up having some troubles throughout the book but I admire that way he overcomes them. I connected to several parts in this book, evaluated the end, and asked myself questions on what could happen if there was another book. This book was definitely on my favorite list. (Finished the book: it was 316 pages)

It was our first Christmas married we lived in a decent size house no kids just me and you also our dog biscuit. We are laying on the couch cuddling being sweet then I get up to get something to drink and you being you smack my butt and I cry out in pain and continued my walk as I’m fixing my drink the dog comes up and starts humping my leg right when you started walking in and then you say “But you want let me do that” and I said, “catch me and you can hit it all night”. I ran and you started to chase me all through of house when I reached the master bed room you tackled me on the bed and flipped me over and hoovered over me and just stared me in my eyes and started to kiss passionately. You slowly pulled away and we sat up slowly then we took my top off then yours. We started another heated make out session. You took your hand and traveled my body then shoved it in my shorts and found out I wasn’t wearing panties also found out I was dripping wet. I moaned softly which made you go deeper inside of me making me moan louder. You pulled your finger out and then stuck two in and was going slow for about a minute then speed up and I started to lose my breath so I flipped us over and I was on top. I got off top and slid my shorts and unbuckled your pants and slid them off and then slid your underwear down, I then grabbed your dick and did circles around you tip with my tongue I then took all of you in my mouth causing you to sit up and garb me by my hair making me go up and down

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.

My story takes place in during the summer of 2015. I had just recently got back from my long trip from New York and I was finally back home after a year. When I got home I started missing having a dog to take care of and to have around for company. Earlier in the year my older sister took the old family dog back to her in Boston, so I suddenly felt an urge to get another dog. I knew that It was wrong to get a new dog just because I missed my old one, but it didn't matter. I still wanted a new companion. So for the next few days I would spend most of my freetime looking up shelters all over the internet. I would searched all over the internet for available dogs that I would have multiple bookmarks on my browser each containing a new hopeful dog adoptee. But I couldn't find a dog that spoken to me, so as a family trip 3 of my family members all went up to salt lake city at a adoption dog event and tried to pick out a new furry member of our family. When we got there the area was a small dog store with tons of hyper dogs crowded into pens and cages. Each pen with a different breed of dogs just waiting to get adopted. The sounds of the room were filled with joyful yips as the dogs tried to climb up the cages, excited to meet the new people. All except one small white dog, who sat in the corner of the pen avoiding all interactions. In an instant everyone of my family members instantly ran to the dogs of their liking, my sister to a pair of chubby chihuahua sisters. my brother to

The whole event might have only lasted 30 seconds, but I swear time was stopped. Every afternoon, I run my dogs on the golf cart around the neighborhood. When I first started this tradition, it was because of my dog Milo. Milo has extreme amounts of energy, that requires a full-speed 2-mile golf cart run. One afternoon I began to run my dog Shylow who is not particularly a fast runner; unlike Milo who can run faster than the golf cart at full speed. It was going well until I drove past the house with the two Great Danes; these Great Danes were the true opposite of friendly; they were vicious.

Tasha and River were jumping really high and landed with their arms up like they were waving to me and saying hi. I teach dogs cool tricks because it's fun and it reliefs me. The dogs I teach tricks to is Tasha and River. They are really good listeners and they learn quickly. Also, they keep me company when I'm home alone and when I teach them tricks. They enjoy doing tricks with me because they show it on their face. I give them treats when they listen to what I say to them when I am teaching them new tricks. For example when Tasha and River get the trick right I give them each a treat to eat. But only teach them one to two tricks a day because I don't want to push them to the max, and fill them up on treats. If you would like to teach dogs tricks like me then that's great.

My dog has always been special to me, every since my dad brought him home as a present to my family. He has taught me many important lessons, that I don’t think any human could have done so, even my mom, to her surprise. He has taught me the importance of keeping my word and to live life to fullest because you don’t know what tomorrow holds.