Narrative Essay On Kenzi

Four years ago I finally got the dog I’ve always wanted. We got her at the Oshkosh Humane Society. There were two other families that wanted her,but they picked us to adopt her!

About two years ago my sister had taken in a dog named Morgan. At first I didn’t exactly agree with this because she already had a dog that she hardly took care of. When my sister brought Morgan home she was about two months old. I could still hold her in on had. And as I spent more time with her, she became my baby.

In addition to this, weeks later, I found myself at a shelter looking for a dog. As I walked down the hallway I saw this dog that popped out at me. He was so little, dark brown, big bold brown eyes, and all white paws, sitting there looking at me waging his tail. He even resembled a dog I had in the past. So I asked the lady to see him. When she brought him out we played and had a great bond like I have never experienced with any of my dogs. My family was also at ease because he was the only puppy to interact without

I'd always wanted a pet from as early as three years old, but my wish was only going to be granted when I reached a more responsible age, and so it was, when I was ten years old and we took in our very first dog. Given that much of my own life, and my parents, was taken up with caring for my autistic sister, Aislinn, by the time we had gotten our first dog, Max, the responsibility of taking care of him was made easier by our experiences with Aislinn. I had no problem with getting my hands or clothes dirty when it came to cleaning up his messes in the house, walking him through the mud or getting soaked when I tried to convince him to agree to a bath. And I was no stranger to being urinated on when I took him for a check-up at the vets. Even when he died, something that I thought I'd never be able to bear, I didn't care about sitting next to him on the urine soaked floor, just so long as I could give him a little comforting hug and say goodbye. And I handled his death much better than I ever thought I would. I never imagined that I'd be able to bear watching a pet die, much less my own, but I got through it, and the idea of

I grow up in a village called Kongolo where everyone knew the next person. This place was like no other place only people who lived there could comprehend. It was mostly green, big beautiful tress of all kind had shaded the village. We had a nearby river filled with all sort of insects you could imagine; the water was not clean but we had no choice but to utilise it. It’s so funny water saves lives and takes lives away… I lived in a hut and shared a torn mattress with my siblings. It got ice cold in there at night and had no blankets to keep us worm. Women that spoke too much and messed around with the wrong people got cursed never to bare a fruit in their womb. We slept with thin material like linen.

Oh, Ken! I’m so sorry to hear about your foot and leg are infected again, especially your leg, Ken, because I thought it was getting better. But, when was the last time you saw your doctor, Ken? Didn't he detect that your foot and leg were getting worse when he saw them? I wish I could help you but I can only say you that don't give up and that think that all is going to be well... oh, and send you a giant bear hug.

I remember that my mom told me when she was dating my dad. When it was valentines day my mom has always wanted a boxer so my dad went to vet and get something for my mom….

I have had a lot of animals in my past. Almost too many to count…. but I am going to anyway. My first pet was my puppy Vegas, she was a golden retriever and definitely was a puppy. Puppy’s tear things up and just mess everything up, especially her. She was a bad puppy and I was only 5 when we got her, but we live out in the country and so cars go really fast past our house and we had her for about three months and then all the sudden I got home from dance pretty late at night and I was already tired, and I kept calling her and she was not coming and since I was 5 my first thought was she was mad at me and then I went to ask my dad to see if he knew but he said she got hit by a car and died. I cried a lot that that night but I got over it when

After months and months of begging, my parents finally decided to get me and my sister a dog. They did some research first, and thought that schnoodles would be a perfect dog for our family because they are great with young children and have a very low amount of shedding. We decided to go to a breeder. We drove an hour away to the breeder's house and were able to play with all of the puppies. We chose the runt of the litter, Mimi. Two years later, we wanted to get a friend for Mimi. We contacted the breeder and she said that Mimi's parents had another litter. We chose the only girl of the litter, Roxy.

Since she is my birth mom, we met when I was born. I remember her parents coming down in their camper to visit me at least once every year. They are my birth grandparents. We alsways have a great time in that camper. Snuggling, watching movies, going on walks, eating lots of food, and just plain

When I was 3 years old, I wanted a dog more than anything. Everyday I would ask my parents, “Can I please have a dog?”

When I was 4 years old my mom told me that I could get a new puppy. His name was max he was a rat terror and when he was a puppy he was the sweetest puppy in the world and also the cutest. But then he started to get bigger then he became over protective and when you ran you would have gotten bitten by a 2-foot dog. Then there was a guy trying to rob owe house and max attacked him and hurt him pretty badly and then he sewed us but that didn’t work because he was robbing our house. Then we had to move and the apartment we moved to did not allow dogs so we had to find max a new home.

Once our family had some dogs. Then couple years later we decided to get rid of them. Then we got a little terrier named Luna. Luna was about 8 weeks old. We played with her all the time. Luna was white, tiny, cute, and smart. Then about 2 months later, we went to our moms. Then we came home, and we see a little pup, and it was a(n) American and old English bull dog named Buster. Buster was 7 weeks old.

When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We