Personal Narrative Analysis

I pulled up in Joe’s yard and to this day, do not regret leaving with a “stinking pit bull”. His driveway was a gravel, dusty drive, you could hear “pop, pop, pop!”- from the pointy gravel connecting with the tires. When I finally arrived to the house (which seemed like an eternity), his back yard looked like a prison yard. There was nothing but galvanized, chain link fence fortifying the whole perimeter of his backyard. The aroma I was smelling was somewhat like a dog pound mixed with animal feces. Out of the blue, “Tank”, one of Joe’s own pit bulls, awaken from his nap and decided to grace me with his beast-like appearance. Then, from a dog house in the yard that matched the prison- like vibe I was already gathering; with planks hanging down and missing shingles on the roof- arose this malicious, merciless looking animal with four legs and a wagging

He was inching towards us slowly. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the old dog, he probably didn’t want to be like this, crazy. What if he didn’t want to hurt anyone? Maybe he was just looking for somewhere to die.

On 01/15/17, at 5:26pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 1817 Elmore Ave on a dog at large, possible owner known. I arrived at the location and spoke to complainant Lucy Blackburn. Ms. Blackburn stated that she saw the dog loose earlier in the day in the middle of the street. She mentioned that he neighbors across the street was coaching the dog to get out of the street with hot dogs. Ms. Blackburn pointed out 1825 Elmore Ave as the dog owner home.

The voice is deep, "I didn't know it would be this easy. You practically fell in front of me to get me. I ain't saying no to a hot creature begging for a crazy night." I can feel the smirk form along this dog's face. I shove him off me, or attempt to. His weight is unbearable compared to my arm muscle, instead I had simply shifted him so that his face was on my chest. His eyes lit up, just as my anger did. As if it was an instinct, my knee jerks up and

It was early Friday afternoon, the start of Memorial Day weekend and I almost lost my best friend. Now usually on Memorial Day weekend my family and close family friends go camping but this year the other family couldn’t go so we decided to call it off. Not having anything to do that day I decided to take my dog for a walk. My dog is a Terrier Poodle mix so she’s not very big. Her name is Pepper and she’s just your average lap dog but she’s my best friend. So i put her leash on her and asked my little sister is she wanted to go and she said no, so it was just Pepper and I. We made it two houses down before the neighbor's German Shepherd came to meet us. There was nothing to worry about though because this is a nice dog, so I thought. Before I knew what was happening the German Shepherds jaw crushed down on Peppers back and stomach, picked her up, shook her like a chew toy, and threw her. The

The two deer stopped for a second. One after the other they turned around and started walking back into the woods. After seeing them start to leave, the dog went wild. He yanked me down the hill, catching my jacket on the pole to the right. I yelled for him to stop but it seemed he was in a blinding rage. I felt like he was on the verge of dragging me down the hill into the woods if I didn’t let got. Then I realized what he was doing to my brand new jacket. I began pulling the leash back with all my might and once the deer took the last step back into the woods, Dino calmed

The hike began around noon. Approximately ten minutes into the hike i looked down and Sherman was missing. In the distance I heard a dog barking and it sounded like Sherman’s bark. I called “ Sherman, Sherman!” All of a sudden I heard the footsteps of a dog running towards me. It was Sherman! I grabbed him and said

In the memoir on, Saying Farewell to a Faithful Pal, John Grogan shares how animals can be odd and unpredictable. “Marley was a chewer of couches, a slasher of screens, a slinger of drool, a tipper of trash cans (Grogan,pg 150, pp 6).” This made the owner’s life more interesting and exquisitely hard. The author had to deal with a dog with

Rigby is a 3 year old intact male Boston terrier that was presented to the clinic for neutering. The owners states the neighbor’s dog is a female, not spayed, and recently in heat. Rigby has been digging under the fence since the female has been in heat. The owner is afraid Rigby may be attacked by the neighbor’s dog, contribute to unwanted litters, or get loose and hurt since he is digging under the fence.

I look back up at the man who was now looking off into the distance. “ Excuse me sir, but would you recognize this man here? “ I show him the picture in the paper. The man gulps and gives a hesitating whine. “ What do you mean? O-Of course I don’t know who he is! “ His deep voice gives me chills through my spine. Charles starts to growl and bark at the man, then bites his ankle! The man yells in pain. “ Control your dog you freak! “ I stand up and motion Charles to walk with me some more. I grab out my phone and call one of my co-workers. “ Meet me at Sumner Park. I found our suspect.

I saw these two teenages with a dog the size of a little car. I could believe my eyes. I quickly got nervous again and I try to not look at the dog in anyway. Minding my own business, the dogs started barking aggressively and I start walking a little bit faster than I was before. I have seem to provoke the dog and it seems like the dog is get ready and warming up like a car when it starts. The two teenage had a hard time getting the dog under control, but the dog was bigger than both of them combined which made me walk a little bit faster than I was before. I look at the dog and it is clearly looking at me like a snack. I was not in the right state of mind to be handling this problem because i could not think about anything other than the fact that this dog might attack me and swallow me whole. I walked a little bit faster than i was

I started rolling like a wheel on a wagon. My owner heard me barking and he came but he didn’t know that there was a steep hill and started running toward me. He was not paying attention and started rolling too. He regained his balance but some of the bananas split open on the hill. He started to walk but he slipped on some banana peels. Then he started running and caught up with me.Then we slowed down and stopped. “We should get home but first let’s take a walk”,Mako said

Sometimes, you cross a bad egg. The person who calls to you from a distance, that your dog is dangerous. Instead of getting upset, you have to laugh it off. After all, I know that in a few hours the brown fluff will be on my lap, drooling and snoozing, not terrorizing anyone.

It all started in the beginning of summer 2014 at the dog park while running, when I saw a medium sized brown dog. I approached him slowly because I was indeed scared of him, he turned out to be very friendly and carefree. My first thought was “who’s dog is this?’ I asked around making sure he was in fact a home less dog before making any further

Huge, muscular and strong dogs can be very reliable companions at home. You can have a Pitbull, a Husky, a Great Dane, a German shepherd and a lot more. All you’ve got to do is to learn the proper and best way to train these doggies to become your lifetime allies. Beyond the sweet and charming demeanor your pets have, the wild innate behavior is still alive and suppressed inside of them. Your cuddly doe-eyed pet dogs that charmingly wag its tail on your doorstep can be as dangerous as the wildest in the wild. I’ll give you a peek as to how these adorable creatures can be very dangerous; below is a