Dog-Personal Narrative

The road is so flat and straight; you can see them coming from a mile away. Six runners flow in arrowhead formation around the Canadian city of Saskatoon. The early November air is still and dry, the sky overcast, and the temperature hovers a bit above freezing, just as predicted.

or starts, It was late at night and my pitbull was barking. So I went to go check the security alarm. But, Something was not right cause the sprinklers turnt of then my power went off tremendously. It was red cheif screaming throwing mudd at my truck and I was mad like a bull on a leash. I quickly snapp my pitbull lose RedChief left running and crying, after my dog chased hime out the yard. An I went back In the bed and slept like a mouse.

My mom and I then began to search harder than we had before. The next day we found a very adorable dog. On the website they did not have much information about the dog named #199. We found him on Saturday. The shelter was closed on Saturday, and Sunday, so my mom emailed them our application. The only information on the website was that they thought he was a collie/whippet mix, male, playful, and they think that he is about ten months old. On Monday we had not seen or heard a reply yet and my mom and I were becoming very anxious. So on Wednesday my mom called the shelter to ask if they got our application. We kept on our search for our new furry friend and contacted the shelter anxiously awaiting to see what will happen next.

8 weeks ago I got two puppies. One is black, white and brown and the other is brown and white. The white and brown one is named Squirt and the other is Fancy. My mom had the idea of getting them a kitty pool this week to play in, because it has been so hot. The next day after we got the pool I decided to get my bathing suit on and play with them. I got my bathing suit on and went back there to play with them but instead of playing in the water they were more interested in chasing bugs. So I went inside and then about two hours later I went back out and I couldn’t find the pups so i went around back to see if they were in the pool and the pups were playing in the water. Squirt was jumping around patting at the water with her feet. Fancy was both playing and drinking the water.I went to play with them and when I got in they started chasing bugs. So finally I just gave up and it was kinda a funny moment cause the way they were chasing bugs cracked me up. After that I did a little research on why dogs chase bugs and I couldn’t find anything on that but then I found something about the four dangers of letting your puppies eat bugs.

You sense as being a mange canine. For years I got too high to cry I did not care to live but die. I verbally express no one could possibly know what its relish to be in a place, you didn't have the desire to go, but now I wish to not be here. I can’t accept this fate but don't my legs to wont allow me to move. What do I do? Now they’re indicating “you’re okay right now, be strong be tough they say, you used to be when effective; people swam to you with no trouble, elegance and toughness; I don't know which is worse being taken by a stranger or raped by a fellow comrade someone that you know. Inside I was screaming no but my mouth didn’t work at that time and stays shut. I'm using all the vigor I have inside of me, not to let this thing break

One day around two o'clock pm I got a phone call from my dad. I answered it and it was awful news. He told me that our dog, Cruiser, had passed away. He was only four years old, and none of us were expecting it. I thought that nothing good would have ever come out of it. But something did. Cruiser and I were never that close, I never really ever wanted to go out and see him at our farm, but I still loved him to death.

I have always seeked to broaden my mind weather it thought learning new skills or meeting new people. One skill that I have learned over the years is how to care for dogs and other animals. My family started our own dog kennel when I was three years old, my family loves and cares for dogs 24/7. This is why I choose my pseudonym striving dog, to show how I look to better myself all the time and how dogs have had a huge influence in my life.

our dogs. When our mom came to the door and told us to come inside

“Izzy, come here girl,” I called, marching through the snow to get my dog. I grabbed her collar and began walking her to the house so I could go eat breakfast. Though Izzy started to lose her hearing, I spoke with her as if she understood everything I said. As we trampled towards the house, I took in the beauty of the Cheyenne winter. Once we reached the house and I put Izzy in her kennel, it dawned on me that my dog had arthritis and her hearing started deteriorating. Finally out of the cold, I took off my wintertime coat and entered the house. After breakfast, I went downstairs to begin school.

“I’m going to get you Kitty!” I said as I chased after my sister trying to tag her. “No, I’m too fast!” Said my sister giggling. We were playing tag on our trampoline. Once I finally caught my little sister, she started to jump frantically all around the trampoline in victory that it took me 5 minutes to catch her. All of sudden she jumped up, then landed on her arm. She started to scream so loud and the noise was so awful, It was like nails on a chalkboard. She started to screech “GET MOMMA, GET HER, GET HER, GET HER NOW!!!” I rushed Into the house and found my mother working in the kitchen, and I told her In a panic, “You need to get outside now!!”

I have one dog named Josie. She is a German shorthaired pointer and she is 6 years old. We got Josie about 6 years ago from Timber Hill Farms. Josie loves to hunt and retrieve tennis balls. She also likes to go “fishing”, by fishing I mean running up and down the shore of the lake chasing the fish. The first time we brought Joise up north was when she was a few months old, that was when she discovered fish. Now every time we go up north she goes fishing, even when it is 40 degrees outside.

I am in full support of brinning dogs to the work place.I have been a dog lover for as long as I can remember.It is just something about bringing your dog to your work place that just makes me smile.I love my dog so much that I feel bad when I have to leave my dog at home when I go to work.I agree with research when it says that pet owners like my self feel less stress and anxiety at the work place when your dog is with you.I also agree with research when it says that having your dog with you when you are at your workplace you would be more productive.I have only been able to bring my dog with me at the work place one time,and I had a great experience.I think that a company that lets me bring my dog to work with me would be a job to keep!But

Now it's time to read the cat's diary. Day 983 of my captivity: my captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat. While the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggest. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep my

In the beginning, I was taking my dog named Mindi outside. She was about half a year old. Mindi is half vizsla, fourth australian shepherd, fourth lab. I wasn’t paying attention because I was distracted by my cat gary.

When I was around 2 my parents decided to get a dog because they lived in a apartment complex that got broken into often. They found a dog in the paper that got abused by it’s old owner and was looking for a better home. The dog was a full blooded red nosed pitbull, because my parents were looking for a dog to protect us they thought that that the pitbull would be perfect. My dad called the person in the paper to see how much the dog was and where we could go to see it. The man told my dad that the dog was only 100 dollars and the address the dog was at to pick the dog up. My dad went to go get the dog that day with my uncle Ty.