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.
My dog, Maci is the best dog I could ask for. When I play with her it is not only fun for me, but for her as well. She is a gorgeous herding dog, and easily cared for. Maci is the best pet that I’ve ever had.
Even though my dogs are good pets, they are vastly different from one another. They both have different personalities, they look different from one another, they are both disciplined different and last but not least, they are different physical characteristic. Echo is very independent. She wants kisses and cuddles, but she doesn’t go out of her way to get them. She is not very people friendly. She wants it to be herself and I. Also very to herself; not really needing very much attention. Bailey on the other hand needs me to be there for her. She wants kisses all the time, and sits by the couch and whines if she doesn’t get kisses. If I lay on the floor even for a minutes, she has to come and lay right on top of me because all she wants is cuddles.
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.
Losing a loved one is hard, it takes time to get over it for many a loved one could be a dad, mom, or any sibling, my loved one was my dog and not only just a dog it was my first dog. This golden brown retriever would light up anyones darkest day. I called her Gabby 80 pounds, shiny brown coat, and a ball of energy. Boy I tell you I sure do miss her, I got her at the age of 12. I honestly could say I was never a dog person they scared me especially the big ones. It wasn't until one summer day my mom said she had a surprise for me. I sat in the house as she proceeded to walk outside to the car, the next thing I know I hear a bell ringing it was a dog. I kid you not I started to cry and not because of the surprise but because of this gigantic dog. It was running at me I tried running from it but it chased me I thought it wanted to bite me. All it wanted to dog was play she was so energetic and knew plenty of tricks. I was so excited!
Reese is furry, friendly, strong, playful, energetic, loyal, and most of all misjudged. Reese is a rescue pitbull. Our stories conjoined on a dreary Sunday morning; the night before it had been storming and the skies remained grey with small rays of light peeking through. Furthermore, it was that time of day where the sun has been up for a little while, yet no one is quite fully awake. Drowsily, I watched the trees and fields pass through the smudged window of the backseat of our family car. Simultaneously, the sounds from the radio entertained me as we drove down the interstate, we were on our way home from visiting family in Cincinnati for the Labor Day weekend. It was the typical boring car ride everybody sits through up until we all noticed something. “What is that?” My mom, brother, and I all thought to ourselves. Suddenly the question was answered.
Barkley is the best little companion. He loves to go where ever his people go. My daughter is getting older, and spending less time at home, but Barkley is always around to keep me company. He loves to go for a ride, and he never wants to be left behind when we go somewhere. Although he can’t go every time, I take him out as often as possible. He loves to go
Dogs are much better than cats because, dogs like to play around and cats don't. dogs are really friendly and cats are not friendly at all.But there is a specific reason I don't like cats. I have older brothers and they use to pick on me, once they told me a really scary story but it's long so I am not going to write it all but I will summarize it. Technically if you see a black cat with red eyes you will die. My brothers told me this because our neighbor has a creepy black cat with red eyes. I didn't know this so I saw the cat and I thought I was going to die. I was 9 years old at the time so I believed every single word my brothers said.
Have you ever wondered what it was like to lose a very close family member, well this is about the time that my wonderful and beautiful dog died very unexpectedly. My dog died Wednesday, November 2, 2016. I am still staying strong and keeping my family happy by thinking with understanding and empathy. They support me when I am sad just like I support them. When my dog died it was the hardest thing in the world, she died in three and a half hours at only seven years old. I have had my dog since I was four years old and now I am eleven. I am writing this to show my dog that she is very important to me and that I think about her every second of the day. My dog will always stay in my heart no matter how hard it is not to think about her. I know that my dog is in a better place and her soul will always stay with my family as well as her ashes that my family collected on November 7, 2016. I love my dog with all of my heart and still wish she was with my family today. She was a happy and healthy dog that had the best personality in the world and I love her for
I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.
On my 13th birthday my friends and I went to a lazer tag place down the road from my house . I was new to the idea of "lazer tag" and honestly i was a little nervous . We walk in the dimmly lit building the smell of nachos and the sound of kids laughing filled the air . We make our way to the low standing black counter . I approach the man behind the counter to buy a ticket .
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
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