Dog Descriptive Essay

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 08/11/16 at 8:26pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 466 Belvidere Ave on a dog at large no known owner. I arrived at the location and spoke to complainant Renee Miller. Ms. Miller stated that this dog had being around her house for the last few days. Ms. Miller was able to get the dog to come close to her with food but was unable to capture it. The dog was currently under a vehicle parked near her garage. I approached the vehicle the dog was under, as I was getting closer to the vehicle the dog ran west down an alleyway. I was able to catch up the dog and prevent the dog from running onto Sullivant Ave. The dog changed direction and ran back east up the alleyway, where with the assistant of Ms. Miller we were able to

Did you know dogs have many personality traits? Dogs can be kind, sweet, loyal, energetic, lazy, fun, mean, playful, happy, hyper, friendly, obedient, disobedient, respectful, loving, sad, brave, stubborn, jumpy, clingy, babyish, dependent, independent, and/or annoying.

When I received a phone call from my next door neighbor asking me to babysit, I didn’t quite know what I was getting myself into by promptly agreeing to this seemingly easy task. As I waited at the Riley’s doorstep on this cool, summer night, I was reassuring my excited nerves when all of a sudden, this relaxed atmosphere was abruptly interrupted with a loud scream. Mr. Riley opened the door and out poured two small children, a large dog that nearly knocked me off my feet, and a much smaller dog that didn’t seem to know how to quit barking. The children, William and Elizabeth were just three and six years old at this time, and let me tell you; they did not want their parents to leave. As the Riley’s made their getaway to the car, William screamed and cried with desperation for his parents.

As much as I love dogs i dont think its a good idea to have them in a work place.

Boomer was one of the best dogs I ever had; he was a yellow Labrador Retriever. Ever since I was born, he had been my friend. I remember a few years ago, I was laying on the floor of my room and Boomer laid down with me, putting his arm over my back. He brought me great joy. I remember him as playful, caring, and a pretty big dog. He would never growl at me and was always eager to meet new people. Boomer was my to go to if I wasn’t feeling good, or if I was upset. When I was in third grade, we got another dog, Oscar, and everything changed. He is a German Wirehair Pointer, they are bred to be hunting dogs. Now I had two dogs to play with.

Ever since I was a child, when I would return home I always looked forward to that fluffy, “ball of fur” who ran to the door every time I walked into the house, jumping in circles, wagging his or her tail relentlessly with a big smile on its sweet, furry face. That would instantly put a smile on my face, no matter how bad my day was.

Do you realize that there are many different personality traits a dog could have here are just a few. Huskies are winter dogs they can withstand the cold weather. They can help with tracking things down and they can help hunt. They are really sweet dogs they are good with kids, they can also be guard dogs.Pit bulls are also good with kids. They can be good guard dogs because they are really tough.They are good hunters to. Pitbulls are very playful. Boxers are very funny to watch sleep because sometimes they will have dreams and they start running in their sleep. Boxers also are good with kids.They are always hyper they play around with kids. When boxers sleep they snore and make weird noises. Golden retriever they are good with kids. They are also very playful. Golden retrievers can get really big so if you want your kids to have a horse then get a golden retriever.

Outline trims usually can be used to the dog from sporting group such as a Cocker Spaniel, Golden Retriever, Labrador Retriever, Irish Setter, etc. For example, There is a Cocker Spaniel needs hair cut. In order to make the coat fresh smelling, light and stand off the body, no loose hair, the groomer should do a perfect outline trim. The specific steps are as follows.

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.

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

Beep!… Beep!… Beep! The alarm clock roars in my face awakening me from my short slumber. “Already! I just closed my eyes and it’s already time for school!” I grunted. I slid out of bed and into my clothes. I can hear my younger brother, Dylan, rustling upstairs doing the same as me. This was one of those mornings where I would do just about anything to close my eyes and catch some shut eye. The man was I tired! As I began drinking my hot chocolate, I decided to get some fresh April air so I took my dog out. It was a quiet day… unusually quiet. Not too many cars passing, birds chirping quietly, and school was coming to an end. Ah yes, school is almost over, so I can finally sleep in for however long I want. The school makes the thought of eternal rest sound appealing. “James, take the dog outside!” yelled my mother. Little did she know I was already out and about doing my morning chores feeding the dog, boiling water, and making my lunch. I noticed that my dog was glued to the front door of my house; barking nonstop. “Hmm strange,” I thought, she barks a lot but this was unusual because nobody was in sight. It was a peculiar Monday, but I brushed off these strange events and continued on with my boring day.

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.

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.

It all started out on May 23, 2003. My mother 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 mother called my father and told him what was going on. My dad raced to pick up my mom and he drove like a maniac to the hospital. When they got to the hospital 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.