My Dad - Original Writing

I always had dogs that came and went away. I was the only child when Mi came to my life. She did not like to play. She spent most of her time sleeping in my green yard. However, whenever I was alone she would keep me company. Of course, she did not play with me or let me pet her. She would scratch me if I ever put a finger on her. But when it was time for my grandma to come and my parents to go, Mi would come rushing to the house. Not too far, she would watch me from her favorite spot, the couch. She would pretend to be asleep, but once in a while, she would open her eyes to check if I was there. If I was not there, she would desperately look for me, and when she found me, she would not take her eyes off of me. Maybe, just maybe, she noticed how lonely I felt. A lonely child playing with her imaginary friends, she might have thought that I was an insane kid, but she still stayed with

My big, black, lab dog, Sonny whom I called my baby, slouched into a fluffy ball of oily fur.Crying, I clenched his paw, and laid my head onto his large stomach.

The next day, after my aunt came home from work, I went over to her house to play with him. He still

My dog Arthur has been with me And my family since before I was born. At first he was just a puppy that my brother had gotten as a present for Christmas when he was 4, at the start of the new millennium. But soon enough he became a family dog when I was born a year later, he wasn’t just my brother’s dog anymore, we all took care of him. My parents rather had to because my brother was only 5. We didn’t really spend much time with him which we all now regret. He still really loved us! Sometimes I would go play with him in the

My first observation was how Mika would not leave my side, she watched the other dogs at first but as soon as they approached, her hackles

There were ten acres of heavily forested land surrounding us, and it was all ours. We lived on top of a very steep hill, and our driveway was paved with gravel. Needless to say, sometimes we had to get out of our car and walk the whole way up. It wasn't all bad, though. From our hilltop, we had an excellent view of our surroundings. Trucks used the roads below to transport cargo to and from the nearby quarry, but we were high enough up that the noise didn't bother us. It was a good place to raise animals, so we got lots of pets. We had brought my dog Rufus all the way from Columbus. Rufus was a mutt that looked like a German Shepherd, he was as old as me, and I loved him dearly. We rescued another dog from the pound, a black Labrador named Fanny. I had dreamed of getting a pet pig ever since I had seen Babe, so my mother got me a pet pot-bellied pig named Pokey. He got a bit lonely, so we got another pig, named Spotty. We also got pet chickens to give us eggs. We had six hens, but I can't remember their names. We also had two roosters, named Godzilla and King Kong because they liked to fight each other. Their names were my idea. I was around nine at the time. Our old cat Junebug had died a long time ago, so we got a new cat named Curly. We had lots of fun with our new pets, and it didn't take long for me to get settled

I had just araved at my beast fairends house for his birthday his dog had just gave birth the bay befor. I got a boy dog who was very loud so I caled him Siren.He is now ½ traned.His mom just had more babys and now he has more than 100 brouthers and sisters.

When we got home I heard barks coming from the yard,I thought that was the neighbor's dogs buddy, a German shepherd,and Lucy, a golden retriever. But I decided to check the barking out, I open the door to the backyard.I saw a gorgeous chocolate lab with a ocean blue eyes,running towards me.I bend down to pet her silky fur,I could feel the warm sun on my face as I played with the puppy.I saw my dad smiling at me from the big oak tree,I cradled the puppy in my arms and walked over to my dad.I asked him “Is this puppy mine?” he

Growing up, we always had a dog in the family. Each one lived a long life in dog years, and each dog we had was as much a member of the family as any human member. First, there was BJ (Figure 1). He was a “mutt” my mother adopted while in college, and was part of the package deal” when she got married. I was still quite young when BJ passed, but I was old enough to have a million pictures and vivid memories of our time together. What I remember most about BJ, was he never barked . . . literally, never. A few years after BJ passed, we adopted Toby (Figure 2), a black Labrador/German Shepard mix. She was a beautiful, soft-furred dog who was as gentle as she was soft . . . except to the boys who came to our home. Anytime a boy got too close to my sister or me, Toby would bark at them and let them know she was watching them; she nipped quite a few in the buttocks who didn’t heed her warning. When Toby passed, I realized I had lived in the home with Toby longer than I had lived with my sister, my only sibling. Toby and I were very close. Finally, there’s Bentley (Figure 3). My parents brought Bentley home after they became “empty nesters.” My

I would go home everyday to him waiting at the door inside the house. He was always excited to see me when I got home from school and I was excited to see him. He would jump and bark to show how much he missed my family and I. No matter what he was always excited to see us.

My mom hollered for all of the kids to come into the living room. Me being ten, my sister eight, and my brother six, all of us wanted to devour, and inhale, the information that she was progressing to announce. First, Mom and Dad settled on the couch, fingers entwined. Finally, my mom spilled the beans that we were going to have another brother or sister. I sprang up and started chanting that I was going to have another sister. My mom informed me that it may also be a boy. I wasn’t too thrilled to hear that, but I was still excited that I was going to be receiving another sister that might let me perform on her hair.

“it’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.” It all started out with my grandpa. My grandpa was a funny guy to be around. He always made you smile. He was always smiling and cheerful too. That 's what made your day by seeing his smile. His smile was a ray of sunshine. You never saw him hurt till the day he found out that something was wrong with him. Then after that day you have never seen him smile.

“You can go now April,” called out Dad. I put down my basket and went in the direction of the backdoor of the little old house my parents and I lived in.

Tricia swung the door open amid this cliffhanger and I begged for more information. As it happened, Tricia had moved our friends to the other side of the bar to leave the two of us alone, while still maintaining a clear view of our the drama unfolding between myself and Mr. Wonderful. Love was in the air and it was hijacking my soul.

I was a young girl living in Lynwood, California with my parents, two brothers and one sister. My family was very close to each other, my neighbors were my three cousins. We were always outside playing soccer and told each other scary stories to see who was the scary cat of us all. Ever morning we walked to school with our ziplock bags with cereal and milk. Being just a little kid it never came to mind being apart from my cousins. Los Angeles is a very crowded ,fast living place to live in, and extremely expensive in cost of living. My mother was a single parent she couldn’t handle the bills by herself, my dad was always out doing nothing but good. My mother felt like she needed to make a change in her life and ours of course.