Personal Narrative Analysis

And on our way home, she almost peed in the backseat of the car because she was so scared. However, when we finally got home, she was overjoyed that she finally had a good home where she would be loved forever. Not only by six humans, but by three other animals including, two cats and one other dog named bella, tiger, my two cats, and libby, the other dog. She had to go right into the backyard because we were worried about how she would act around the other animals. But when she smelled Libby’s breath on the toys she busted through the screen door and she licked all of the animals until they looked like they swam in a pool.

I asked Mr. Smith was the dog name Heinz currently inside the house. He stated that it was in the house in the back room. I explained to Mr. Smith that we had a report that his dog was running loose and came towards his neighbors. Mr. Smith stated that his dog wasn’t outside with the exception of using the restroom. Mr. Smith asked how his dog got out; I explained that it possible it got out on the other side of his yard. Mr. Smith exited his house and proceeded to the north side of his house. Mr. Smith walked along his fence line; he noticed a wooden fence panel on the ground with an opening in his fence. Mr. Smith placed the panel back on his fence. Ms. Smith came out of the house a short time later and became aware that there was an opening in their fence. Ms. Smith wanted to know the next course of action; I stated I will return to her after I talk to Mr.

I always had dogs that came and went away. I was the only child when Mi came to my life. She did not like to play. She spent most of her time sleeping in my green yard. However, whenever I was alone she would keep me company. Of course, she did not play with me or let me pet her. She would scratch me if I ever put a finger on her. But when it was time for my grandma to come and my parents to go, Mi would come rushing to the house. Not too far, she would watch me from her favorite spot, the couch. She would pretend to be asleep, but once in a while, she would open her eyes to check if I was there. If I was not there, she would desperately look for me, and when she found me, she would not take her eyes off of me. Maybe, just maybe, she noticed how lonely I felt. A lonely child playing with her imaginary friends, she might have thought that I was an insane kid, but she still stayed with

I explained the situation to Ms. Clark. I advised her that due to the dog running loose, she is responsible for the dog. Ms. Clark initially refused to take responsible for the Sharpei stating that she is just watching the dog for her fiancé ex-wife. I explained to her that in the State of Ohio she is the Keeper/Harborer of the Sharpei and responsible for the actions of the dog. I asked for Ms. Clark identification (I.D) she refused to show me her I.D; I recorded two vehicle license plates parked at Ms. Clark resident (1394 Sherbrooke

Six months ago, almost to the day, my best friend and her new puppy were attacked. She was dog sitting her grandmother’s Mastiff, whom at the time had no previous violent history. She kept the Mastiff and her puppy in separate rooms in order to make sure there were no problems, but that wasn’t enough. One day, out of nowhere, the Mastiff broke down the door separating them and went on a full-fledged attack toward the puppy. My friend tried to make it out of the door of the house, but to no avail. The Mastiff bit her by the arm and dragged her to the ground forcing the puppy

Imagine yourself walking down a nature trail. The weather greets you with a nice sunny and seventy-five wave of wind. The grass has grown into a perfect shade of green and the tulips have bloomed to welcome spring. You’re wearing your favorite workout clothes and comfiest tennis shoes because you know you’re not going for just any walk today. In your hands is a leash that has dog bone images scattered all over. A couple of feet away two of the prettiest sweethearts are attached to this leash. A couple of weeks ago you adopted from the Humane Society of Eastern Carolina. When you were at the humane society you were taken back by all of (delete word) the precious pups that needed a forever home. You walk from cage

My dog rudy has always been with me up until not very long ago. Before I was born my parents rescued rudy and I think that may have influenced how he acted the rest of his life. Rudy was trained to be a fight dog when he was really small only about a year old and he was also trained to attack anybody in uniform like a police officer or a firefighter and that what could have cost him his life. One day the man who trained rudy was arrested on multiple charges and my dog attacked the police officers, when they gained control the officers locked him in a bathroom with no food and only toilet water. Three days later the grandmother of the man arrested called my auntie who had just had a baby and could not care for a dog and

I have a puppy named Buster; he is a brindle pitbull. Buster is the love of my life and he’s my little baby. Maybe, I didn’t give birth to him but he is in my care now and I will not let anything happen to him. I remember the first day I got him; it was a sunny day in July. I was down in dumps because the night before my house got broken into and the people who did it lived across the street from us. I was hysterical about the break in and when I went to work the next day I barely talked and kept to myself. My manager Danielle clearly knew there was something wrong because she overheard me talking to Justin at work about the break in. Danielle told me I could keep my phone on me and she sent me home early so I could be with my family. I didn’t

There is a lot of controversy and misjudgments with people owning pit bulls. Growing up I never really was a dog lover and definitely never imagined myself being an owner of one! My parents never really allowed my sisters and I to have large animals as pets. We had guinea pigs, hamsters and fish, but never a dog. I remember times that I would go to a family member or friend’s house and they would have a huge German Shepard or Great Dane, and I would just be disgusted by the fact that they would poop in the backyard and jump on furniture.

I wanted another friend to hang out with, since my brother got boring sometimes, so I talked my family into getting a dog. We looked at our local pet shelter. Right when I walked in I walked over to a dachshund (She was the quietest dog in the shelter… little did my family know *eye roll). A week later the dachshund was home with the new name Libby (Thinking back on it, we should have named her Cleopatra since she looks like someone applied heavy eyeliner all over her eyes). Libby definitely tricked us with her shy personality at the pound. She is a force to be reckoned with, but I love her. Libby has little dog syndrome. She picks fights with the biggest and baddest, semi trucks. The tiny beast also finds it necessary to escort out all of our visitors to our property line (She runs on the side of the road barking until after the car passes the property line. My family is still not sure how she knows where our property line is… but she has mastered it). Do not get me wrong, Libby is a lover, and clingy lover at that. Every night I fall asleep she has always burrowed under the covers right next to my feet. My little fighter has taught me to stand my ground, no matter how tough the opponent is. This has helped me become successful in many of my academics and athletics in high school. This lesson will also be very

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

A man in a navy blue collared shirt walks by with a women and a child. “ This one is a new arrival.” the owner said pointing straight at me. The woman looks at me but the child ignores me and moves on to the next dog pointing and screeching “ I want that one! I want THAT ONE!” The woman walks over and kindly said “ We will take this one.” Then she took

When I was in seventh grade I came home from school one day to find a dog in my room. “This is Rico,” my sister, Marissa, said. “Whose dog is this?” I asked with excitement. “He’s our dog now. My friend gave him to me because she is no longer able to take care of him,” she explained. Is this really happening? I have a dog? I began to approach him to pet him and he immediately began to bark.

One of the 150-pound dogs leapt over the three-and-a-half foot tall fence, and lunged at Frisky. In seconds, he was on top of her, biting and tearing at her flesh. She was screaming in pain, but I could barely hear her screams over my own. I tried pushing the larger dog off of her, with success a couple of times. Unfortunately, it was like he didn’t even notice me. After every push, he was right back on top of her. I was mortified, yet luckily unhurt. Frisky was not fighting back, she was just taking the attack. Later people would tell me that she did not fight back to protect me, but I wish that she had.