Dog Descriptive Essay

Did you know that there is about 70-80 million dogs as pets in the U.S alone almost 50% of all homes have a dog in them as a pet. Many different people like different kinds of dog short, tall, hairy and many more. But most people choose a dog based on something more crucial, such as breed, personality traits, and color.

Pit bulls: killers, or lovers? Innocent, or deadly? When someone mentions the dog pit bull, what comes to mind? A killing machine or most loyal companion a person can have? In my eyes, they are the most loyal companion you can have. Could you imagine being brought into this world with no voice other than that of your breed already being pictured as destructive fighting dog and human killer? Not only that, each year, 1.2 million dogs are euthanized, in which 40 percent are pit bulls. That’s almost 600,000 every year for just having this name and being brought up incorrectly by the owners. Then there was this puppy that came into my life and shined light on the word “pit bulls”

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

“I thought that he’d at least be prepared for the people coming for dogs today. Everyone had to call in advance.” I contemplated. There wasn’t any sort of prepared look about this guy. How was I supposed to know if this guy even had and puppies left here for us in the first place? But my Mom had always told me not to assume (even though that’s all she did), and for once she was right.

A couple days later Mathis, our other dog, was very depressed. He had also lost his best friend. There was no more playing, wrestling, and cuddling. Because Mathis was so depressed, we decided to get a new dog. We searched for a new bull dog online, and my sister spotted one she liked. He had neat cow spot like fur with a rolled up tail that looked like a cinnamon roll. We all agreed that we had to get him.

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.

After a long, stressful day at school with a lot of homework to do, I go lay on the couch and rest my eyes for a bit, but only to open my eyes to see the cutest dog in the world jump right next to me. I start to smile as my dog gets closer to my face, about to lick my face to smithereens.

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.

As we walked around the same corner that Cesar just recently tore around, two teenage girls came into view. Both seemed to be either Juniors or Seniors in High School. One of the teenagers were leaning against the counter in the kitchen, and the other was playing with Cesar using a ball toy. Thump! Thump! Thump! The ball slammed around all over the kitchen floor. Cesar trailed right behind, following the toy and slamming into everything the ball did. Cesar was making a smiling face and his tail was going a hundred miles an hour, slamming into everything in its radius. The girl sitting on the floor with the toy asked me, "Do you want to try?" I replied hesitantly, "Sure." I was to little to have any memories of our first dog Wiley, so this was the biggest dog I could remember being around. When I started to play with Cesar, I forgot all about being nervous. Cesar was running all over, and it was so funny I completely forgot about my fear.

The two became a fast pair. Elliot begrudgingly spent the money to fix his car in order to take the little thing, now named Buddy, to the necessary veterinarian appointments. Though he might have complained to the other waiters about the tightening of his wallet, he didn’t hesitate when the veterinarian suggested several expensive shots to ensure Buddy’s continued comfort. Life with Buddy wasn’t without its difficulties, the occasional couch pees and rug feces; but even the other waiters at the restaurant had noticed a change in Elliot’s tune - he had starting singing, singing to himself in between tables, in the kitchen, and even during late night closings when Elliot was typically in the most sour and surly of moods. After one late

My mom comes in late at night hiding something in her front pocket. She shelters this unknown object as if it’s a secret only she can know. She stares my father in the eyes and expresses how this is a gift from god, and he certainly can’t get mad at her for it. He sighs with the look of “what have you done now,” plastered on his face. She reveals the secret to her family by taking her arms away from the pocket. Suddenly a furry creature pops its head out to look at his new world. She laid him on the floor and he started sniffing around his forever home. Little did we know that this dog would be the best thing to happen to this family. This puppy would become more than just a friend, he’d become part of the family. He taught our family true happiness and loyalty.

It was our first Christmas married we lived in a decent size house no kids just me and you also our dog biscuit. We are laying on the couch cuddling being sweet then I get up to get something to drink and you being you smack my butt and I cry out in pain and continued my walk as I’m fixing my drink the dog comes up and starts humping my leg right when you started walking in and then you say “But you want let me do that” and I said, “catch me and you can hit it all night”. I ran and you started to chase me all through of house when I reached the master bed room you tackled me on the bed and flipped me over and hoovered over me and just stared me in my eyes and started to kiss passionately. You slowly pulled away and we sat up slowly then we took my top off then yours. We started another heated make out session. You took your hand and traveled my body then shoved it in my shorts and found out I wasn’t wearing panties also found out I was dripping wet. I moaned softly which made you go deeper inside of me making me moan louder. You pulled your finger out and then stuck two in and was going slow for about a minute then speed up and I started to lose my breath so I flipped us over and I was on top. I got off top and slid my shorts and unbuckled your pants and slid them off and then slid your underwear down, I then grabbed your dick and did circles around you tip with my tongue I then took all of you in my mouth causing you to sit up and garb me by my hair making me go up and down

I call her the beast. A little, stubby-legged Pit Bull, that devours toys and household items alike. When she runs, she stumbles over her short legs in her excitement. She has a stomach of steel. Items she’s consumed include a whole chicken carcass, glass, protein powder, and a George-Foreman grill. On the other hand, she has to eat special kibble or she will throw up. If not given enough, meaning all, of my attention, she will crawl closer until she’s entirely on my lap, head pushed into my face. She drinks at least five gallons of water a day, consequently, she pees about five times a day. Her toys are chewed until they are indistinguishable, parts strewn across the carpet floor like a massacre. She has also marked the floors with her urine, puke, and waste. She's a beast, a devil dog, a bringer of mass destruction. I wouldn't have her any other way.

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!

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.