Descriptive Essay On A Dog

Sitting on the midnight black piano bench, I heard my friend Samantha’s dog panting behind me. I wait to turn around to pet the dog for I was having too much fun with Samantha banging on the piano keys while her parents were in the kitchen cooking spaghetti for dinner. I turn around finally having enough of banging on the keys to see their dark brown bull mastiff sitting directly behind me. “Hey bud!” I say to the dog getting ready to pet him. But before I even touched him, all I saw was his

The basement door creaked open as his dog went down the stairs. 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. Nick’s phone buzzed with an alert from the security system in his game room

The Dog Chase 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. “Run a mile with your brother now!” My mom shouted irritatedly. “Ugg” I murmured. My mom gave me a stern look. I better not anger her. I thought to myself. I walked slowly to the door where my brother was waiting. My brother was 13 at the time (now 14). By the

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

My family has always had pets. Dogs, cats, hamsters, fish and really every other kind of animal that was available to have live in your home. But dogs were one of the most meaningful to us, and there came a time where we didn’t have one. Not having a dog made life boring and quiet. My mom had made it clear that we weren't getting a dog any time soon, and we had to be okay with that. On one ordinary winter day, my mom decided to take me and my two sisters to the movie. We hopped in the car and started

was answered. “Is that a stray dog on the side of the road?” My brother questioned aloud. “I believe so.” My mom returned. I pleaded for us to pull over, I wanted to see the sorrowful dogs situation. My mom relentlessly pulled the car over to the side of the highway and we trotted in the direction of the lonely dog. My feet squished through the muddy grass and I wrapped my arms around myself as the breeze came through. As we became closer it was obvious this dog had been here a while and was in

forever home. Little did we know that this dog would be the best thing to happen to this family. This puppy would become more than just a friend, he’d become part of the family. He taught our family true happiness and loyalty. Russell is a pit bull, boxer and lab mix. So in other words, he was a mutt. He had milky white fur that looked soft but was coarse to the touch. He had orangish yellow patches sprawled across his body and on his head. For a medium size dog he did have a large build to him that almost

and you're walking down an aisle in a small store, one which doesn't allow #pet #dogs to come inside. Youve bought almost everything on your list, and need one final item and are trying to think, to remember where it is. Suddenly, your train of thought is broken by a man in front of you who is yelling, "Get out! I know it was your #dog who was barking and scaring customers!" Startled, you try to explain that your dog has never barked inside any store, let alone today, but he won't hear it. "And how

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.

When I was five, my parents bought a dog. 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