Personal Narrative: A Personal Story Of A Dog

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

I enter my house after a long day of school, and my dog greets me with his tail wagging. I smile when I see how happy he is to see me. Like many other kids, I had always wanted a dog, but it was too cold in the

or starts, It was late at night and my pitbull was barking. So I went to go check the security alarm. But, Something was not right cause the sprinklers turnt of then my power went off tremendously. It was red cheif screaming throwing mudd at my truck and I was mad like a bull on a leash. I quickly snapp my pitbull lose RedChief left running and crying, after my dog chased hime out the yard. An I went back In the bed and slept like a mouse.

Later on, Linda and I, happy together went to the garden to climb trees, eat leafy food, and pursue butterflies in playing field close by a colossal waterway. Linda overwhelmed by this awesome scene started to bounce up with energy. I took Linda by the hand and led her to a serene cow. This animal was enduring out there gnawing some grass. Linda followed it yielded on her stifler, she confronted and chuckled and said stunning!! My educator said the cows, sheep, and goats are ruminants, they eat simply grass. At that moment my only wish was to go to class I thought. At one time in a while, I played with little sheep, they are so dazzling, splendid creatures. Causing a gathering of fun we disregarded time. It was getting dreary, I expressed,

On 11/01/17, at approximately 4:33pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian with Franklin County Animal Care and Control was dispatched to the State Route 315 North and Rich St on a police assist. I arrived on scene at approximately 4:55pm and met with Columbus Division of Police (CPD) Officer T. Eklins #1963. CPD Eklins stated the van (green) was abandon on the side of the freeway. As CPD Officer Eklins approached the van, the side door was open and a medium mix (Black) dog barked at him. I had CPD Officer Eklins complete a police assist form. I utilized my snare pole and placed the dog in my vehicle. The dog was wearing a 2013 Dog license. I located dog owner Roger Hamby (1495 Greenleaf Rd). I requested that FCACC Dispatcher B. Grotsky try to contact dog owner. FCACC Dispatcher B. Grotsky had to leave a voice message for dog owner. I cleared from the location at approximately 5:27pm.

When they told me about adopting a furry little creature, I was completely ecstatic; I loved dogs and had wanted one ever since I first tried to pet one on the street. This time, I was completly fine with my parents making a decision for me; now this was the best surprise. So a week later, I convinced my parents to visit the nearest dog shelter. As we entered, we saw about 20 enclosure each containing a dog. None of the dogs looked or sounded alike; some were fluffy, spotted, tiny, or even bigger than me. We walked down the hall of dogs and I spotted a furious, little puppy. I read the card on the front of the gate and found that this adorable dog was a poodle and his name was Gucci; the dog was also only a year and two months. But the most interesting part about the small puppy was not on his information card. Instead, it was on his front left leg; his leg was encased in a bright red cast, so he was healing from a broken leg. Soon after, my parents and I realized that Gucci was healing from something much worse than a broken leg.

I was around 12 years old when i heard my mother yell my name from the kitchen. Alarmed, i ran to the kitchen and saw her holding my step-father back. I was very confused, it must have been very serious if she called me into one of their argument. While still holding him back trying to keep him away from me, she told me to call the police,”Call 911!”,she said. I ran to the first phone i could find; they were all ripped from the cord. I didn’t know what to do, i couldn’t go back to the kitchen where i was exposed to my step-father. I ran outside to our next door neighbor; knowing they had their huge pitbull unleashed i hesitated to take another step. What was i going to do? Go back to the kitchen and tell my mom i can’t call the police because

To conclude, he now is attached to me and always sleeps on my bed. He is a champion not only to me but also in dog shows. I started doing dog club in 4-H and we won champion in every class we entered. He is the perfect size just at our knee, but he can be picked up which is the part I love! He listens and we love playing together. My favorite part is when I come home from dance class and I see this perked ear and waging tail waiting at the door to greet me when I come home. I am so glad we adopted him and often wonder why such a sweet dog ended up in a shelter

Growing up, my Grandparents had a Golden Retriever named Chief. Although he wasn’t really all that golden, he was more a rich copper red color. As kind and as fluffy as he was we were best friends from the beginning. Even after I got my own dog I was still infatuated with him. One Thanksgiving when I was around five we were at my Grandparents house. I played with him outside until my Mom hollered “Elizabeth! Time for dinner!” When we finally sat down for dinner, Chief was at my feet under the table and I snuck him food when the adults weren’t looking. After dinner, my Grandpa, brother and I went on a walk with Chief. Before we left I begged and begged for my Grandpa to let me hold the leash by myself. He finally said “ how’s this for a compromise, I’ll attach two leashes so both you and your brother can hold him.” I reluctantly agreed.

It all started on crisp morning, the day my parents told us that we were getting a dog. We asked “What kind of dog we were getting?” They said “The dog was going to be a Golden Retriever”. Everyone was excited about the dog. Then we all had to “puppy proof” our house just in case she would get into anything. We had to make sure that we had all the necessities for the dog.

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 .

When I was just a little boy, so was Tucker. It seemed as if everytime someone said I grew, Tucker grew with me. As he got older, he started getting slower, but was still an amazing dog. When he was older, around 8 years, he began getting sick more often. He didn’t get out and run at the farm as much. We began to worry, especially me, because he was my best friend. I finally talked my parents into taking Tucker to the vet, because they kept saying that he was probably just “sick”,and I told them wrong.

I have always seeked to broaden my mind weather it thought learning new skills or meeting new people. One skill that I have learned over the years is how to care for dogs and other animals. My family started our own dog kennel when I was three years old, my family loves and cares for dogs 24/7. This is why I choose my pseudonym striving dog, to show how I look to better myself all the time and how dogs have had a huge influence in my life.

There’s one dream that all children have in common, getting a dog. I was once one of those children. Fourth grade me, wanted…needed to have a dog. I would do or say anything to make my parents give in to my obsession. Unfortunately, I was the second youngest out of five kids and my parents had grown a strong backbone through experience with the others. But I knew, with the help of my siblings and my adorable ten-year-old charm, I would have a fair chance of winning this battle. I knew this because at the end of the day, every parent wants to see their child happy, even if that means getting a dog.

My mom asked me for the first time time in a long time”Do you want your very own pet,”since i was eight years old i have wished that i wanted a dog for my first pet, and the time finally came.So i answered back to her and i of course said “YES” i want my very first pet.So i went to go put my shoes on and as i was putting them on i was thinking back when i was six years old that i begged my mom to get me a dog.I put on my shoes and waited in the car for her,I eagerly wanted someone to play with instead of playing with no one.I could imagine how much fun i would have playing fetch with him and having him running after me because i had his toy,those would have been good moments, but now i can finally experience how those moments would feel the opposite way.The day had come.