Personal Narrative: Black And White Border Collie

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.

On 11/22/16, at 4:02pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to the 600 block of Bedford Ave on dog at large patrol only. I arrived in the area and saw two dogs, one a small mix breed black and white and a tan and white pit bull, in the front of 681 Bedford Ave. I exited my vehicle and slowly approached the house. I knocked on the dog. Dog owner Robin Holmes-Muhammad answered the door. I asked if the two dogs on her porch belong to her, she stated that they did. I advised Ms. Holmes-Muhammad that we received a complaint that the dogs were running loose. Ms. Holmes-Muhammad apologized and took both dogs inside the house. Ms. Holmes-Muhammad stated that the tan/white pit bull does not really belong to her it was on her front porch

When my families first Portuguese Water Dog, superb Sonoma, passed away, it was one of the most downcast days in my life. Sonoma was hard to replace, she was joyful, trustworthy, obedient, and just about the most wonderful dog you could ever meet. Sonoma lived a peaceful but much too short, ten year old life. Right up until the end of her life she was one of the most healthiest dogs around, so when a tumor burst in her pancreas it took our family by utter surprise. By the time we got to the Animal hospital, which had the unmistakable scent of sterile hallways and stale air, it was unfortunately too late to save our precious Sonoma. Which left our whole family with what felt like massive stone rocks in the pits our stomachs. While our family was melancholy about Sonoma's death it was also bittersweet. It was bitter of course, because you never realize what you have until it's gone. The sweet part of Sonoma's passing was that this end of something, was also the beginning to a new puppy, a new puppies life, and a new friend.

Upon arriving at the house I was greeted by an adorable little Labrador/Pit-bull mix she was very energetic and

Sometimes I feel lonely. You can have tons of people by you but still feel like you have you have no one around. But my dog is like my best friend. I know that even though animals can’t talk he knows how I feel. His name is Max and is a Teacup Yorkie. It was seventh grade. The last track meet and I didn’t know that I was getting a new dog but we did talk about getting a new dog. Before that I had a girl Teacup Yorkie who we called Diamond. We was playing in the yard and Diamond went to start running and a car ran her over. I was hurt. I thought I would never want to have a dog again. My mom kept looking for dogs and we couldn’t find one that looked like Diamond because I wanted a Teacup Yorkie and they were very hard to find. But

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 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

My dog Arthur has been with me And my family since before I was born. At first he was just a puppy that my brother had gotten as a present for Christmas when he was 4, at the start of the new millennium. But soon enough he became a family dog when I was born a year later, he wasn’t just my brother’s dog anymore, we all took care of him. My parents rather had to because my brother was only 5. We didn’t really spend much time with him which we all now regret. He still really loved us! Sometimes I would go play with him in the

Sunday I was checking the cows and I spied a trailer pin in the muddy dirt path heading to the calving gate. I had lost the pin a couple days ago so I needed a pin for the cattle pot trailer to take the cows to the grass. I hooked up the trailer to our Peterbilt truck and gave it some gas. I started to move and the pen snapped! So I could not take the cows to the pasture because I had no pin to hook the trailer to move it in front of the loading alley. That night I slept with the rusty pen in my hand. The next morning I woke up and I felt off. I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. It looked like I hadn’t shaved for ten years. Then I realized, I was a Blue Heeler.

He had rough form anxiety and was scared of us for the first few days of living with us. He soon knew he was safe in our home. He began to open up and turned into a great dog. We taught him love, and he taught us too.

Indy, my border terrier, ran ahead of me as we skirted the deserted baseball diamond. His nose was to the ground, his tail held high. Border terriers hunt fox and rabbit, but Indy's instincts are warped. He stalks day-old pizza and leftover hunks of cheese. Before I could catch him, he had disappeared behind the dumpsters of the high school parking lot.

Among the saddest truths about this lifetime is this: A dog’s life is significantly shorter than a human’s life. I said goodbye to my beloved Miniature Schnauzer, Samson, on March 26th, 2017. He was ten years old. It is an opinion to say that losing a pet is like losing a member of the family. The fact is, though, it is an understatement. Dogs are unique in their own ways. As it is said, “Grief is the price you pay for love.” And I paid a heavy priced that day.

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.

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

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly