Essay On The Dog

Whether you're a cat person, dog person, or anywhere in between, losing a pet can be hard. My dog Missy was a big part of my life. Around the time she reached 14, my parents told me that she might have to be put down. That news changed my life forever until a year later, that is...

Is dog's worth to humans simply as man's best friend? Throughout history, dogs have been protectors, companions, and pets. However, science is saying that there is much more to these creatures. "Dogs Read Human Expressions", by The Huff Post, and "The Doctor's Dog Will See You Now", by Melinda Beck explain the scientific connection between dogs and humans. Science shows that dog's interaction with humans makes them more than just pets because dogs interact like human children and canines assist in various forms of human therapy.

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 watch as Lucy jumps from rock to rock with her feet bare. Memphis following closely behind her. Anyone would think he’s her dog by the way he acts all love sick around her. The dog is damn well smitten by her. Hell, I swear I nearly have to fight him for Lucy’s attention at night when we’re watching TV. As soon as she takes her seat on the couch after dinner he’s straight up next to her, resting his big head on her lap as her fingers automatically start patting him.

According to Gallup, (-- removed HTML --) 44 percent (-- removed HTML --) of American households contain at least one dog. These loyal, four-legged pets may be man's best friend, but are we taking proper care of them? For example, have you ever stopped to consider the ingredients in their food?

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.

We were missing a very important part of our family. Growing up we always had a dog in our house and after she passed away it left an empty hole in our family. So we started to look for dogs that we could adopt. We found a dog on a website and instantly fell in love with his picture. However they did not have much information about the dog named #199. The only information on the website about this dog was that they thought he was a collie/whippet mix, male, playful, and is about ten months old. After we turned in the application, we went to the shelter to meet him. We started the travel to Scott County Animal Shelter.

As we walked to the track in silence, we heard 1 bark, 2 barks, 3 barks. “What’s that?” I asked.

Dean Koontz once said, “ Once you have a wonderful dog, a life without one is diminished.” Seven years old me did not know what was going to transpire after I received a text from my mom saying to “ COME HOME NOW ”. Racing home on my bike, various ideas were running through my neurotic mind. I couldn’t help but think that I was in some sort of trouble or maybe the cats had gotten outside again. About five minutes later, I reached my house. I sprinted inside and burst in through the door, and then suddenly became quite discombobulated. My mom stood there with no expression on her face with a finger pointing towards the living room. Soon it became very clear that there was a puppy sleeping on the floor next to the couch and I immediately thought he was so cute and was stoked to be fostering another dog until my mom said, “ He’s ours!” We were going to keep him! My very first official dog, my older sister and I’s heads were going to explode we were so excited. About 5 years had passed when my mom had told my sister and the truth about Colby. He was neglected as a puppy and lost his parents, and all but one sister survived. Colby was suffering from malnourishment at the age of three months until the people at our local shelter found him and fixed him up. All of us were commiserating with each other on how heart-wrenching Colby’s situation was before he got to us. Other than Colby, my family has fostered a multitude of animals in the past and it has helped us help the animals

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. You never know what the inside looks like until you open it up. It might be the one who changes everything the way you feel.” -Unknown

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.

My family has always had pets. Dogs, cats, hamsters, fish and really every other kind of animal that was available to have live in your home. But dogs were one of the most meaningful to us, and there came a time where we didn’t have one. Not having a dog made life boring and quiet. My mom had made it clear that we weren't getting a dog any time soon, and we had to be okay with that.

It's morning and you're walking down an aisle in a small store, one which doesn't allow #pet #dogs to come inside.

The whole event might have only lasted 30 seconds, but I swear time was stopped. Every afternoon, I run my dogs on the golf cart around the neighborhood. When I first started this tradition, it was because of my dog Milo. Milo has extreme amounts of energy, that requires a full-speed 2-mile golf cart run. One afternoon I began to run my dog Shylow who is not particularly a fast runner; unlike Milo who can run faster than the golf cart at full speed. It was going well until I drove past the house with the two Great Danes; these Great Danes were the true opposite of friendly; they were vicious.

As a little kid I had always feared dogs. Actually, I guess you could say I was scared to death of them. I never knew why, but the moment I spotted one of those little, fluffy demons, I was running for my life.