Descriptive Essay On A Dog

When my sister and I got home and there was a tiny crate in the corner of the living room. I asked my mom, “Are we getting a puppy today?” “I guess you’ll have to wait and see” she said.

Once upon a time there lived a dog named Charlie. He’s a beautiful black lab and german shepard mix. He has an amazing owner who has a mom, dad and siblings. His owner’s name is Emma. They have the best times together. They always take “road trips” together, as Charlie would consider it, to get yummy treats.

It was a bright sunny day my family and I just adapted a beautiful lab mixed with a great dane. We were in my mom’s van heading to Petco. My family and I were going to Petco to get all the supplies my new puppy needs. So, we pull in to the parking lot of Petco.

You see I was thoroughly bored seeing as there was nothing to do but stare out of the window. The radio was playing “I can see Clearly Now”, by some unknown person-It was ironic considering it was raining outside-. My mother was driving, my dad was in the passenger seat, and my three brothers were in the vehicle as well. To either side of us there were fields. We eventually came upon a store, so we stopped there for

So Monica and I were driving to Lake Tahoe for a weekend trip during winter break. We were driving up there late at night, so we wouldn’t hit any traffic. There were only a couple cars on the road including us. We stopped to get gas and then we were also hungry, so we stopped and got Taco Bell. We ate in the car so we could get there sooner. We were listening and singing along to music, so time would go by faster. When we were driving to the cabin, it started snowing…

“Nah I want him to also have a good nickname from his name. Hows Oliver?” I asked. When I said that my dog barks as is if he likes that name too. Me and my mom started laughing! Finally, my mom works out the money and stuff with the breeder and we walk out where I notice the dog seems a little Perplexed about where he is going. As we reach the car we put down a blanket in case the puppy gets sick. We drive down the dirt road I sit back in my seat and realize the puppy was finally

“We will continue this conversation later” mom said. We took off for our long trip to Nevada in the van. We went to Am PM to gas up. It started to rain. I saw a dark gray Ford F-250 truck, lifted high. The side said FX4. They had a dog in the back seat. I couldn’t see because the back windows were tinted.

“Today, your mom and I went to look at dogs, and we looked up a breeder, and we found out he lives about an hour away, so the day we are going to go to his house on wednesday, when you guys don't have school. I know you guys have been begging for a dog forever and we thought about it and we think you guys are ready for the responsibility.”

Living in the country means that we tend to get uninvited visitors coming down from the mountains, so my parents have always made sure that we have a dog in the yard to help alarm us of any danger. I was always the one who had to take care of the dogs because they were always “my” dogs, until about six years ago when my mom got a cocker spaniel for her birthday.

We had heard everything in the book at this point: ‘No’, ‘Not happening’, ‘Maybe next year’, “Write Santa a letter’, ‘Go ask Mom’, ‘Go ask Dad’, ‘Too much work, sorry’. Years of work had amounted to nothing. My sisters and I have been asking for a furry friend ever since we could remember, and still seemed to be unsuccessful. We were getting sick of shamefully dumping goldfish down the toilet. All of our friends had dogs, so why couldn’t we? Our parents claimed that having a dog would be like having another kid and too much work for something that isn’t their own blood. Throughout this process, we had two moments of communication failure, which had eventually taught us how to convince our parents to get a dog.

My mom and brother were waiting for me sitting in the chair. It was a cold winter day so I put on my big winter coat and big boots, that absorbed me .We walked out of the school and went in the car, are black car looked like it turned white with all the snow, with are snowy footprints trailing behind us, “It was as cold as Antarctica “ I said to my mom

In the year 2008 our beloved Boston terrier, Duke had died of a stomach illness. He had been with my dad since he was in college and was eleven years old. He would go outside on his own and was rarely misbehaved. It was hard on me since I was only six years old at the time. I eventually was able to get over it,but having a house with no dog just wasn’t the same. We all missed having a dog around the house and we missed taking care of one.

I included a dog on my Christmas and birthday lists for five years, but every year I was left with disappointment. Without me knowing, my parents were warming up to the idea of having a dog, evaluating different breeds to try and find a fit for our family. Eventually, my parents took us to look at dogs, but none of them seemed to suit our needs. It was late afternoon on a enjoyable, mild June day at the baseball field. As we commenced our journey home I realized we were headed in the wrong direction.

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.

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