Descriptive Essay On Toy Dog

One of my favorite memories I have is getting my dog, Daisy. Even though I had two dogs before this dog was special. It was a lot of work to get her and it made me more appreciate that I actually got a dog.

No way! I’ve known her since third grade. She’s my age, she’s too young to have a baby.

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.

Made of hard plastic with floppy ears, a button nose, and splotches of brown decorating its body, was a toy dog I dubbed Puppet. The plastic dog was meant to be named Puppy, however I couldn’t say it exactly right and the mispronounced name simply stuck with him. Given by my mother as a first birthday gift, I became adamant about not letting puppet out of my sight. Because of this fierce sense of protection, every night I would hunt him down, wrap him in my chubby baby arms, and fall fast asleep. Some found it odd a young child was sleeping with a dog made of hard plastic, but because I grew up with him I preferred him over any regular teddy

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 woke up to a sound of a dog barking. “ Woof, woof, woof “ The dog goes. This was the morning of June 28, 2011. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the backyard. There she is on my sister Kathy’s lap. She was very friendly at first, but things changes down the line. Her name is Gogo. She was a pekingese , Black face, long body , and the color of tan. Gogo lived a sad, mean, and cancer life. Not that my family didn’t treat her right or that was the problem. The past life before she entered our family was why she is the way she is.

A RANDOM CHRISMAS STORY I MADE THAT IDK WHAT THE TITTLE SHOULD BE SO THIS IS WHAT I HAVE \(._.)/

Every day, it’s said that it’s life or death every single day and one day in particular it couldn’t be more true. The day was January 1st 2014 the start of the new year and me not knowing that morning would be the last time I would be able to walk outside without having to look out. It would also be the last morning/day with my dog. The morning started like every morning would. I would wake up, sit there, and watch t.v. while petting my dog. I got up when everyone else was awake and I decided to get onto the computer to watch YouTube or to play games for the whole day. After I had gotten on and sat down, my dad told me to take out my dog. Since it was school break I wanted to be lazy so I told him no. Eventually we got into an argument so he decided to take out my dog Dallas.

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.

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.

At the young age of 14, I fell in love for the first time. Although not ideal, he was white, covered with brown spots and innocent eyes; a young Chihuahua. Max and I came into each other’s lives on October 20, 2013, when my older brother told me that a dog was coming home soon. Although I was afraid of dogs, having previously been bit by one, I was oddly excited, and kept glancing at my phone and at the window for the arrival of the new member to our family. Once the duo arrived, my whole life would change. As my brother placed the small creature down, he came running towards me with his small wagging tale and innocent eyes. Once he began to lick my feet I knew I was in love. Our family settled on the name Max, but I called him Marco, and from then on I would treat Marco as if he was my true blood brother. This one lone puppy, taught me responsibility, compassion, and grief for others, as no other person has ever made me feel.

Boom! The car door slammed and then I saw the DOG! I couldn’t believe that I actually got to see him! I was so HAPPY! When I looked outside I saw Woody get out of the car and I said “WOODY’S HERE!” and then I see him sniffing to get used to the yard. I was talking to my brother’s friend because he was scared of Woody He said “I’m scared” I said “He is a really nice dog.” Woody is light brown and has a white chest and white toes. I was sooo happy it felt like 1 billion years before he came in. It felt like that because I have always wanted a dog. I was thinking to myself what it would be like to have a dog for one week and a half! “Kayla do you think Woody will like C.J. and Chloe?” “I don’t know” Kayla said I was thinking how fun it would be to have a dog in the house 1 ½ weeks! “I am really excited!” I declared “Me too” Ben and Kayla said at the same time. My brother and sister were excited too but I knew I was the most excited! “When are they ever going to come in?” Ben said. “Don’t you have a baseball game?” I asked “Yea” Ben stated We were looking out the window still, and my dad and his uncle were talking and I was getting very impatient. “ I wish we could go outside.” I said. “I wonder why we can’t?!” Kayla said We were told to stay inside otherwise I would be out that door right when Woody got there!

Meow...MEow...MEOW… My cat Squeaks screamed while giving birth to her kittens. It was scary and very cool to see Squeaks and her little bloody kittens all bundled up on the pile of clothes. Her children were named Max(oldest boy),Smokey(middle boy)diamond(only girl),and weasel(youngest boy).Weasel was black and dark gray with little patches of orange and very long as a new born, Max was white,black, and fat he look like the boy version of squeaks,Diamond was full on black and very hard to find unless she was eating with her brothers,and Smokey was very lazy, gray,white and skinny.They all had different personalities you wouldn’t know about if you didn’t pay attention.

Growing up in the suburbs had its perks, but for the most part it was an individualistic environment. For me, my small neighborhood wasn’t anything like the ones that you see on TV. No friendly next-door neighbors brought us casserole for moving in, there were no children in my age group for miles, and for the most part the only people to keep me company were my siblings. My parents were never ridiculously strict, but they had one rule that they would never change their minds about; no dogs. Growing up there was nothing I wanted more than a dog. Dogs are the perfect childhood companion, they’re only tired when you are, they love to play outside, and because they can’t speak they make the perfect companion to listen to all of your problems. My parents both had three dogs each while they were growing up, and they stuck to their rule because they knew how much effort it took to take care of one. Upset over the fact that I would never know what it would be like to own a dog, I went back to my old boring routine; until one day, he appeared.

Dean Koontz once said, “ Once you have a wonderful dog, a life without one is diminished.” Seven years old me did not know what was going to transpire after I received a text from my mom saying to “ COME HOME NOW ”. Racing home on my bike, various ideas were running through my neurotic mind. I couldn’t help but think that I was in some sort of trouble or maybe the cats had gotten outside again. About five minutes later, I reached my house. I sprinted inside and burst in through the door, and then suddenly became quite discombobulated. My mom stood there with no expression on her face with a finger pointing towards the living room. Soon it became very clear that there was a puppy sleeping on the floor next to the couch and I immediately thought he was so cute and was stoked to be fostering another dog until my mom said, “ He’s ours!” We were going to keep him! My very first official dog, my older sister and I’s heads were going to explode we were so excited. About 5 years had passed when my mom had told my sister and the truth about Colby. He was neglected as a puppy and lost his parents, and all but one sister survived. Colby was suffering from malnourishment at the age of three months until the people at our local shelter found him and fixed him up. All of us were commiserating with each other on how heart-wrenching Colby’s situation was before he got to us. Other than Colby, my family has fostered a multitude of animals in the past and it has helped us help the animals