Descriptive Essay On The Day Of A Dog

     Whether or not "The Day We Were Dogs" (1993) is a magical realist story is questionable. Often stories are misidentified because of the closeness of literature such as magical realism, the fantastic, and the sublime. The story leaves a lot to one's imagination instead of presenting it in the text. Elena Garro blends two days and two completely different worlds together in this story.

I walked upstairs face red, hands trembling, and body aching. I didn’t even think I could make it up the first couple steps before collapsing into a heap.Before I reached the last glossy maple wood step I heard the sound of little paws and nails scraping, slowly, softly, and sadly through the house. This sound made my heart ache.

In a world where some were different, in a way you would believe. Some born with powers that shouldn't real. Things you wouldn’t expect a human to have. Powers like human body made out of fire or even balls of electricity crumbling out of their hand or maybe even super blue eyes with visions. Some may think were crazy or even weird because we were born or even raised different, But in my town everything is different. In some people's eyes they see me as a criminal, but in others they see me as a hero whos trying to save the town.

Type of study: the authors do not definitely mention to the type of study. However, based on the information, methods, data, and procedures, it can be concluded that the study was an analytical and experimental clinical trail. They conducted the study on sixteen dogs.

I was gone a lot from my wife during my four years of service in the United States Navy. At the housing unit my wife and I lived in weapons were not authorized, But I wanted to find a way to protect her while I was gone. I left months at a time for training exercises, and deployments and I knew she needed protection while I wasn't around. We lived in Virginia Beach which is about 1,700 miles from home, so she didn't have much family around. It was paramount to get something to watch over her and the house. That is when I religiously started researching dog breeds. I was comparing and contrasting each dog. What dogs are too big, too small, even too aggressive, or not aggressive enough. After a few hours, days, weeks of research I found the

As a little kid I had always feared dogs. Actually, I guess you could say I was scared to death of them. I never knew why, but the moment I spotted one of those little, fluffy demons, I was running for my life.

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.

Dogs are not just man’s best friend, they are without a doubt the best animal ever created. They are cute, loyal, exuberant creatures. Who wouldn’t want a dog? The first family dog we ever had was a gift and a secret. We knew that our mother disapproved, she believed that dogs are just too messy. However, Dad managed to convince her to keep the dog. We named him Max. To my mom’s credit, the first thing Max did as soon as we let him into the house was make a mess. My mom grew to love Max as much as everybody else in the family. Although, she still didn’t like the idea of pets in general.

“Dot, I need you right now!” my mom exclaims, obviously needing something. As I finish and wash my hands, I run out of the bathroom, down the stairs, out of the back door, and into the backyard. I spot her down at the bottom of the hill, by the fence. I don’t see my American Bulldog, Larry, in the backyard. Still wearing my shin guards and jersey from my field hockey game I just came home from, I run down the hill to see what she was yelling about. I notice that Larry is on the other side of the fence, in the woods, barking at a brown creature. Neither my mom nor I knew what it was, but Larry seemed pretty intrigued by it.

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.

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.

The cool spring air of an early April day chilled my fingers, which made entering my sister’s home a welcomed activity. We had just finished our walk around the track of Rocky Butte, the park right behind my sister Elizabeth's house. We had taken our dogs with in hopes that they would become better acquainted with each other. Myla, Elizabeth’s Shiba Inu princess, and Maggie, my Jack Russel Terrier-Shiba Inu mixed street dog, had an interesting history with one another. Maggie had once bitten Myla in the neck while they were in the backyard at my house. We were hoping it was only a territorial issue, since Myla was coming into Maggie’s home, and that today would go well because we had started in the rather neutral location of Rocky Butte.

Dogs are considered man’s best friend and an important part of the family I even own a dog myself. I’ve had mine for almost seven years, and while I do care greatly for his health, and happiness I’ve grown sick of his complete disregard of commands, constant whining, and an unwarrantable need for attention. Not to mention the fact that this dog is constantly rolling around in the filthy grass getting all kinds of germs on him. My beloved dog has also cost me hundreds of dollars to simply raise him into the healthy and happy dog he is now. I have grown sick of caring for him and I will no longer the tyranny from my own dog.

When most people think about dogs, they say that they are man's best friend. Although this is true, they are much more than that. They are your family. They are the only animal in the world who does not care if you are not perfect, and will love you not matter what you do. This is what dogs truly are. When you realize this is true about all dogs, it makes it even harder to let them go.

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.