Descriptive Essay On A Dog

Matsumoto came out towing Naoko, now dressed in a pumpkin orange sweater and chocolate brown pants, and positioned her in front of the mirrors.

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.

People assign importance to objects to feel comfort and safety. My object is my dog Jeorgie (yes, it is spelled like that). He is small, about five pounds, and very light brown color, almost yellow. Jeorgie has big eyes, which makes him fall into the “puppy eyes” stereotype. He is very little with short, skinny legs. Jeorgie is a very cowardly dog, not from trauma, but he is a chihuahua so it is understandable. Though really fearful, her is a brave and courageous. To me, the most distinctive trait Jeorgie has is a white dot at the center of his forehead, between his eyes, almost like a bindi. Having a pet has taught me some of the most important life lessons - love, companionship, and accepting death when the time comes - and the pets presence in a child's life, to me, helps them understand life and work it out.

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.

Our previous dog had just died and we had to put him asleep because he was really old and sick. He had cancer in many spots in his body, he had a massive tumor, and he felt all around miserable. After his sad death within a few months we decided to get a new dog. My dad wanted a hunting dog so that narrowed our options of what type of dog that we could get. The dogs we wanted the most were an Irish setter, English setter, or a German shorthaired pointer which was the type of dog that had just died. All the English setters either costed way to much or were on the opposite side of the country. Some of them were even in different countries. All the Irish setter puppy’s were too far away or to much except one breeder had them in Missouri which wasn’t to far but we wanted to see if we could find anything else especially because there were a lot of pointers that were in our price range.

Dog owners are known for enjoying the company of their pooches and most dogs hate sitting at home by themselves when their family goes out. Although it may take work, teaching your dog to canoe with the family can be very rewarding. The first step is to get your dog used to the water. For some dogs this comes naturally and for some dogs this will never be considered fun. Some of this has to do with the breed and some of it has to do with how they were introduced to water. A good way to introduce a dog to water is to purchase a child size wading pool and let him play around it until he gets used to it. Then slowly teach him to get in and play in the water. When transitioning to the open water try to find a beach area so that they can play in the shallow end before learning to swim out farther. It isn 't necessary for your dog to love the water to canoe, but they must have a familiarity with it and an ability to make it to shore safely. The second step is to get your dog used to the canoe. Let them jump in it on the ground. Put their favorite toy in there and let them jump in to play with it. Reward them when they go in with a tasty treat. Maybe put them in there and give them a kong filled with peanut butter. This is much like training a dog to love their crate. To make your canoe dog friendly it is important to make them feel secure. One way to do this is to put a non-slip bath mat on the bottom of the canoe so that they have a more secure footing. There are many things

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 watch as Lucy jumps from rock to rock with her feet bare. Memphis following closely behind her. Anyone would think he’s her dog by the way he acts all love sick around her. The dog is damn well smitten by her. Hell, I swear I nearly have to fight him for Lucy’s attention at night when we’re watching TV. As soon as she takes her seat on the couch after dinner he’s straight up next to her, resting his big head on her lap as her fingers automatically start patting him.

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

Most of my childhood I’ve had pets or more specifically dogs around me. Having a pet around to feed,

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.

This is a story about my dog, People who are close to me and find themselves around me will know that I have a dog and I am open about it, I wasn’t always open about owning my dog because it isn’t something I discuss publicly because not everyone understands my dog. I prefer to wait a while to introduce people to my dog. Because my dog is difficult to deal with.

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.