Dog Descriptive Essay

My face beginning is sweat bullets, the heel cracked clean off the bottom of one of my new stilettos, and my stomach growling in such hunger as each street sign becomes a blur. I’m sure this couldn’t get worse. It does. The clouds break and it begins to pour down. Just my luck since Jackson wants to dash off into some bushes and leave me to a wild goose chase. I’m not really running but I’m speed walking. After awhile thoughts of hope turn into acceptance. I’m sure he’ll find a lovely owner who’ll put up with his spoiled butt. I snap out of it. I love that fur ball. I look down and see Jackson’s leash in the sand. I’m close. I begin to pray. I’m sure some nice soul will read his collar and bring him back home. I begin to head home and I pray some more. “God please help me find Jackson, after all she’s all I have out here.” My throat begins to get tight. To my surprise and relief I hear him bark. I turn the corner and look up only to see Jackson in the arms of a man standing on my steps.

Once upon a time there lived a dog named Charlie. He’s a beautiful black lab and german shepard mix. He has an amazing owner who has a mom, dad and siblings. His owner’s name is Emma. They have the best times together. They always take “road trips” together, as Charlie would consider it, to get yummy treats.

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.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

It wasn't until Ashley pointed out a light down the road did we start to notice the sound of barking. I was so nervous that it was a guard dog to notice Abby escaping my grip. She was running to the light, hollering at the top of her lungs, 'puppy'.

I’ve never seen a dog act like that,” Margaret spoke aloud. Rushing to the phone, “Andrew, the police just left,” she blurted out when he answered the phone.

It all started to walk to school. “Let’s go this way” Lucy yelled at her sister. I thought a little not of the path. But the thought of the big black pit bull at the corner. it stood at least 4 ft tall on all four and 8 on its hind paws. As I inched closer it growled louder and louder. Until it pounced at the gate getting his head over the gate. He lunged again, this time making it over I yelled and ran as fast as I could. Lucy ran down the street her sister Hannah ran to the left. I ran back to school crouched and out of breath. I asked my friend John to use his phone he replied “NO”

She got through and tiptoed over to Daisy’s bed. She grabbed up the dog as fast as she possibly could, then she dashed out the gate. When she got home she opened the door and shoved the dog inside. Daisy was laying down in a corner and Katherine figured she would be fine for the night where she was. Katherine got into bed and quickly fell asleep. She got up the next morning and walked into the living room. Her couch was torn to shreds and the glass tray full of cookies that was on the counter was shattered on the floor and there was crumbs everywhere. Daisy was sitting in the kitchen licking the floor.

3:40 am, I had awoken, sweating from anxiety, but somehow shivering. My shoulders especially, were cold to the touch. I had walked to the window sill in my sleep again, which had made it the third time that week. When I looked down, I saw blood and froze; it was Kitty. She let out another scream, and I realized it was her voice whom I heard crying, not my own. I was not dreaming anymore. How could I be so ignorant? My head told me to run to the phone, but my body froze, I was weak from shock by both my own night terror, and Kitty’s forsaken body. I swear, I told my mind to move a thousand times; fear had paralyzed me.

She told me she couldn't shake what she had seen. She worried. Would the dogs' owner show up? How about the surviving dog? What if he came back? She hadn't been sleeping, and when she did, she dreamt of the bloody bodies, the torn sides of a billy, the kids crushed into the mud.

Thump, thump, thump. I hear my footsteps as I walk down the block. I’m tired and hungry, usual for after school, and I can’t wait to get home. All I have to do is walk my neighbor Julie’s dog; that shouldn't take long. As I continue to walk I head toward her court yard, a beautiful lawn of lush, green grass, surrounded by a wall of homes. I inhale a strong fragrance of food, so strong I can almost taste it. I pull the house key from my back pocket. I feel a twinge of pain as the key scrapes my finger. I insert the key, and hear the door click open. Not even a second passes before the dog bolts out of the door. Without thinking I begin to sprint as fast as a cheetah. I weave through the maze-like streets, and my mind races on where she could

My colored clothes laid over my messy, black-blanket covered bed. My dog was laying at the foot of my bed, me being at the head. On my television, Dean Winchester was yelling at Sam about how crazy they were for decapitating a leviathan. My air force sweater was soft and warm between my fingertips and it smelt of fresh linen in my room. The fireplace heater in front of my closet was bursting hot air throughout my small room. My mother was downstairs working on her medical billing, Judge Judy’s strong voice carrying up the stairs into my room. I knew my father had returned home when Bella, my three pound Yorkshire Terrier, perked up at the sound of his car. I couldn’t hear it, but she could from a mile away. She got up and ran downstairs to

“Mady, we’re already here… I think.” I looked around. This was where our dogs usually stayed, but none of our dogs were there. There were new dogs. I knew the difference, because we’ve had our dogs for three generations. I know them like the back of my hand. And Mama wouldn’t just get rid of them; they are some of her most precious possessions.

Jacob was woken up to the sounds of dogs. This was an event that happened regularly as one door down lives Miss. Haussmann who owned a lovely little 8 pound yorkie named Jewels. Even though he was great, Jewels had the most annoying bark and got startled and frightened at anything that he didn’t recognise. Jewels's sound was very evident, but this time it seemed as if there was more than just one tiny dog. The barking sounded much lower and it sounded like there were multiple dogs right outside his house. Jacob didn't think much of the ominous noises at first and tried to go back to sleep, thinking that they would stop in a little while - He was very wrong. After what seemed like an eternity of trying to fall asleep, Jacob decided to head outside to try to see what was going on and do what the other 5 people on his street had probably done hours ago. While walking downstairs Jacob Pondered more about what might be causing all of the commotion. Jewels was the only dog he knew of that lived on his street. Jacob was 10 feet away from the door when the low barking and growling finally stopped. There was a slight

“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.