Personal Essay: The Autobiography Of A Stuffed Dog

Hello pretty people, Sam here. I went through a specific process when picking Cooper to be my first dog. I wanted to walk you all through that process to hopefully make it easier on you when trying to pick out a dog.

It was a warm sunny summer afternoon, we were driving down a busy road when all of a suten my sister yelled,

There are so many kinds of dogs in the world, but why did the shell decide to make me this dog? What if it wasn’t the shell, what if it was the wish I made of becoming a dog, or I was always a dog all along but I didn’t know it? My dad was getting scared and so was I. He stared posting images of me all around town, and he already talked to the police. NO matter what, I had to do something. So, I stared to think maybe I could go around town and try to find one of those papers and show it to my dad maybe he will get a hint that it was me. And that exactly what I did. I found one paper, but I couldn’t reach it off the post it was stapled to. A little girl came by be and noticed I didn’t have a coler on and she asked what I was doing here and

Have you ever seen an object; not valuable, but it’s just important only for you? Well, for me the first time I laid my eyes on this object; I knew I would keep this for the rest of my life. I would take it everywhere with me like it was my baby.

When I was six I really, really wanted a dog. I dreamt of adorable, white, fluffy, female dog that would follow me to school and let me dress her up. So every waking moment I would say to my parents things like, “We need something to protect the house when we are gone, we should get a dog,” or, “We need something that will play outside with us, let’s get a dog,” or, “My friend has a dog so we should get a dog.” Soon enough my parents went to the pet store and bought a dog for our family of five, soon to be six. At the time, my older sister, younger brother and I were at my grandma’s home so we were unaware of the surprise we would receive when we got home.

On 10/17/16 at 6:21pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 3944 Carlton Ave on a dog at large, possible owner known. I arrived at the location and knocked on the door; I received no answer, and left a door notice. As I was talking to the complainant dog owner Johnny Allen Jr arrived home. I talk to Mr. Allen advised him that we have received complaints that his dog was running loose. Mr. Allen stated that his dog is not getting out and if his dog is getting out its due its next door neighbor fencing not being secured. I asked to see Mr. Allen dog, he complied. I asked if his dog was current on dog license and vaccinations. Mr. Allen admitted that his dog is not current on dog license due to him not knowing about the law. Mr.

While hopping in my bed the clean, gently laid sheets get all messed up. As I sink into bed it feels like a hug coming from my mattress and I can hear the roar of a tiny motorcycle zoom by. Hearing the birds chirp and the small rattle of my fan going around and around. The smell of fresh air seeps through my open window and a chill of air hits me and sends shivers down my spine. Feeling as though someone is watching me, the hairs on my back stand up but no one is there.

Every morning when I wake up and every time I walk through the door I am greeted by the happiest face. The absolute love and compassion that this creature has is contagious. Just seeing her face puts me in the best of moods even when I am down. Ever since I was 6 years old my pug Annabelle has been my most loyal friend. I would never consider her as my “pet” just so I could pet her and play with her whenever I felt like it. As weird as it may sound, being able to tell my dog all of my problems and her not judging me with an answer is very therapeutic. She has been there through my best times, and the most difficult. You can just tell in her eyes that she cares so deeply for those around her. Her presence lights up the room and as loud and obnoxious

On 04/06/17, at 5:46pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 1840 Roberts St on a dog at large, patrol only. I arrived in the area and proceeded to drive around, as I was turning north in an alley from Roberts St, I heard a dog barking from the east of Roberts St. I saw a brown/white pit bull loose near 1840 Roberts St. I took a picture of the dog loose. I advised Franklin County Animal Care and Control (FCACC) Dispatcher B. Grotsky to contact the dog owner that lives at that location. I had previously captured the dog on 10/06/16. The dog ran on the front poach of the above location. I exited my vehicle and knocked on the door. I received no answers. I utilized my snare pole to gain control of the dog. I placed the dog in

I got my stuffed animal when I was just 3, a brown and black colored stuffed dog with soft short fur, by my brother because he was “too old for stuffed animals” and moved on to legos and transformers toys that you could get at walmart for $5. I would always secretly take Bruno (my stuffed animal) from his room before he gave me it, because I was an annoying typical little sister that would love to get their big brother mad at them and never get in trouble for it, I would then take it to my garage and play with it while messing around with my dad’s computer and printer and print out Tarzan pictures. Bruno looks like the first dog I ever got, my dog was sick and depressed because we had a small backyard and he was a big dog so he got taken somewhere nice where there’s a lot of room for him to run and play, well at least that’s what my dad told

“Mom!” I screamed, “Call an ambulance!” I remembered we were in my room and blood was everywhere, my mom was shaking as she grabbed the phone to call the hospital. My sister acted like she didn’t even know what happened, until she heard me scream for help then she got scared and started crying when she saw the blood. “What happened!?” my mom asked very scared, “Something happened to Alicia!”

I live in Thornton, CO with my Mother, Father, and Sister. We have 4 dogs, three German Shepherds named Yaffa, Axel, and Schatzi. We also have a Rottweiler named Bijou. In my free time I love to write fictional stories about these animals. I don’t use their real names of course, but their fake names are just as good. In this story, my dogs are surviving with us humans. They living my home. Ax’s pack leader is my mother of course, because Axel in real life, loves her and she loves him. I am the human pup the dogs talk about.

There are dogs everywhere around the world. Some dogs vary in size and shape. Do you know there are about 340 dog breeds known. Many new dog breeds are being discovered today. The dog is also very popular around the world.

As a child, I believe I had more stuffed animals than any other toy. This could be the reason my next most memorable childhood possession is a stuffed dog. The stuffed black and white Husky and I made many memories together. The nameless pup spent many days being dragged along the floor by my real dog’s leash. After his daily walk, we spent our nights playing together in an attempt to make my real dogs, Bee and Magic jealous. One day, Magic decided enough was enough. He snuck up behind the husky and clamped down on its neck. After struggling to get the puppy out of his Magic’s mouth, it appeared that he had received a small hole in his neck. Over time, this hole has grown to be fairly large. Though the injured husky will never compare to my

Animals have always been incredibly important to me. Due to this, one of the biggest positive impacts in my life has always been the pets that I have owned. As cliche as it sounds, they have always been my best friends and have made a very strong impact in my life. These pets also helped to develop my love for animals, which I believe has made me into a better person.