Dog Contest Essay

When it was time to celebrate, they knocked in the barrel head and threw the fuel on the fire. The flames shot into the sky. The next bucket of “fuel” put the fire out! The fellows in town, angry that the bonfire was a failure, decided to gather up the old-fashioned outhouses for a real blaze!

I walked to 1825 Elmore Ave where I knocked on the door. Dog owner Douglas Lawless answered the door. I explained to Mr. Lawless that I received a complaint about his dog running loose. Mr. Lawless admitted that his dog was loose early, and that his dog name Hamborn is somehow

It was a regular day at the G.A.P factory. Rachel and Rachel raced up the stairs crying, when she got up to the tenth floor, she saw that the fire was following her the whole time. She saw a can of liquid by the door. So she picked it up and flung it at the fire. The fire blew into flames, then she realized that it was motor oil used to fuel the sewing machine. The fire blew into the tenth floor quick. Rachela opened the door leading to all the women gazing her. She screamed at the top of her lungs “He Is coming”.

Embers flew from the campfire, and into the starry night sky; meanwhile, the campers, Jackie, Carl, and Jim, sat close to it for warmth. “Now who's ready for a campfire story?” said Jackie. “You can sometimes go a little overboard, so Carl is taking the wheel.” Carl continued, “Once upon a time” Jim screams, and Carl rolls his eyes at Jim, “May I proceed,” He responds rhetorically. By the time Carl finishes the scary story, Jim has already dashed into the tent, startling his dog, a basset hound named Roxy. Carl along with Jackie look at each other in regretful worry, as they walk towards Jim's tent.

It all started when Daddy put a bucket of kerosene by the stove and Ma thought is was water. So she poured it trying to make coffee, but instead made flames. Ma ran to the porch. Billie Jo seen Ma in flames , but she wanted to save the bucket so she threw it outside not noticing her mom running back in. They collided.

And finally news had broken out that the puppies have been born and all 101 will be up for sale in the next week. My plan was in motion. Horace and Jasper offered to help me steal the new born puppies along with the two dalmatians. I felt uneasy about the plan but intended to follow through. I was not going to let Roger and Anita win. Horace and Jasper had brought their enormous van and I prepared the the blankets and cages for the newborn puppies. The day had passed and the night had come. Horace and I found out where the lovely couple lived and learned where they left the spare key. Under the mat. How ridiculous. Anyone could easily break in, how unlucky. It was midnight when Horace and I snuck into the house. We took both Pongo and Anita’s dalmatian Perdita. Both were fighting my grip and barking so we had to put a mouth restrainer on both of them. I was not leaving without my Pongo. The puppies were cooperative, we gently took them and wrapped each one in a blanket then placed them in the cages.When all of the dogs were safely secured in the back of the van we began to drive away. After 20 minutes of driving I asked Jasper to pull over. I opened the back of the van to check up on the dogs.

Katrina returns home from Los Angeles to find a letter waiting for her from her brother. The letter causes Katrina to remember a time when her and her brother were small children. They lived on a farm that had an old barn with a third loft. There was a ladder that went from the floor all the way to that third loft, but it was old and the children had been warned not to play on it. One afternoon while their parents were gone, they began to play a game they had played dozens of times before. Larry and Katrina would climb to the top of the third loft and then jump down into the hay bin. Katrina went first, then Larry. Over and over they climbed and jumped.

The smoke is filling up more rooms. It’s very hard to see. We have two animals, but where’s the third? She’s nowhere to be found and it’s not safe to stay inside. My dad has breathed in so much smoke. “I just want to lay down Bailey,” he states. He can’t lay down, we are almost to the door. Sirens are blaring from the fire trucks outside. Volunteer firefighters are running in without gear on to try and fight this fire themselves. In a small town, everyone knows everyone and they want to do whatever they can to help out.

I believe that dog pageants should be canceled because in my opinion it is animal abuse.I think that this is animal abuse because people shave, and dye their dogs hair for these pageants. I believe dogs should be dogs, instead people breed and buy,and breed these canines just for these pageants and they keep them in cages. And the money goes straight to the owners and most people only use the money for themselves, speaking of money the pageants are very expensive like paying for the costumes, and paying dog groomers for all the unnecessary hairstyles. Pageants can be very competitive dog have to go through all these training sessions to prove that their dog can be in show business. Back to only breeding dogs

After he patted out the fire on his hair, he said, he got down on the ground and groped in the dark. “I thought I found one of them once,” he said, “but it was a doll.” He couldn’t bear the heat any longer. “I felt myself passing out,” he said. Finally, he stumbled down the corridor and out the front door, trying to catch his breath. He saw Diane Barbee and yelled for her to call the Fire Department. After she left, he insisted, he tried without success to get back

One day, Tim, Jeff, and Bob decided to take a drive together. It was a beautiful day outside so they wanted to find something to do. As they were driving they were driving, they all thought it was a good idea to go see a new movie that just came out. Everything was going good until the car got a flat tire. This meant they were going to miss the movie and they're fun day was done. But while Tim was fixing the tire, Bob noticed a long path covered by old trees and bushes. They all decided to take a walk down which seemed to be the longest trail every. At the end of the trail they found a big box with a red button.

Standing on the corner of Glen Avenue, Kate felt that she was quite alone in a sense. The universe and time stood static. As she took in the frightening implications of Mr. Jacks disappearing into thin air, his seasoned bulldog was attempting to detect any remaining scent of his missing owner. Yet to no avail, giving up, he sidled up to Kate and lay down at Her feet. Thankfully, uncle Thomas kept his word that he would come quickly. Kate felt relief as he pulled up to the corner in his environmentally conscious hybrid and hastily motioned Kate to get in. "Kate, you cannot envision how euphoric I am to see you!" "Is that your canine?" her uncle inquired.

Whoosh! Whish! The wind went as Spot started walking to the park with his owner, Jeff, it was a bright and sunny day. Spot and his owner Jeff stopped a couple of times to look at all the wonderful buildings. When spot finally got to the park he started smelling something delicious! It was hot dogs! spot thought hot dogs were real dogs being cooked! “Howl!” “I better hurry past the barbeque!” That made Spot walk faster to the park!

Dog owners have to put in a lot of effort to keep their dog healthy, happy and looking good. In addition to feeding and bathing your pet, you will have to trim their nails. You may be tempted to trim your dog's nails yourself to save yourself a couple bucks, but when looking at the many ways you and your dog can benefit from you allowing a pet groomer to tackle this task, you may actually change your mind.

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.