Personal Narrative-Bound Puppy Day

She sat on the couch watching PBS and indulging in succulent grapes. Flickering across the screen, was an aardvark and his best friend, a bunny, named Buster; some may recognize this description of the amazing show called Arthur and you are the fortunate who have seen it. She was waiting for him to arrive home just like every other night. Her mom was in the kitchen and the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted from the open kitchen. Where was he?, she wondered, growing impatient like all eight year olds do. Soon car lights broke the darkness of the night and the dog collar was heard running towards the door. He walked in. Her dad always worked late, but when he was finally home, she ran to the man dressed in business attire and was lifted

At last we made it. We were at the place. I was jumping with excitement. Then we went in the place there was 5 puppies in the house. They were so fuzzy. Since we took them outside one of them followed me and my dad. That’s how we pick out our puppy. On the way home, we were passing him around so everyone would see him. When it was my turn he fell asleep on my lap. My mom said to just leave him on my lap so he wouldn’t wake up.

When I woke this morning I saw that the blankets from little Cameleon’s baskets were gone. One was on the floor and the other was under the bed. Last night forgot the to close my door and our two new naughty kittens came in and must have pulled out the blankets. I quickly checked on little Cameleon and was glad nothing had happened to him. We went into the bathroom and I put a little bit of warm water in the sink and gave him a bath. Than I feed him some peanutbutter and jelly sandwich I made for breakfast and then we went to school together. In the classroom I put little Cameleon in the basket on my desk again he was very quite during math and English class. When it was time for lunch I went out the door and forgot to take little Cameleon.

I turned the doorknob to a beautiful land of...PUPPIES! They were in every corner in the house. My mom told me to pick out one that will grow not that big. I saw this little black ball in the corner of my eye. It was a miniature pinscher puppy. I wanted it. No other puppy. I wanted that one. I told my mom and she said it was the perfect one. we told the old lady that owned the dog house and she said that we could keep him. I asked her if it wa sa girl or a boy. The old lady said it was a boy. We took the BOY puppy to the car while my cousins picked out theirs. They came out with the same one! But it wa a different one of course but same breed. We all drove to our to my grandma’s house to eat dinner and play with our new puppies. On our way we named them my puppy got named Jackson. My cousin’s puppy got named Damian. When we got to my grandma’s house we started playing with Jackson and Damian. My dad picked up Jackson and rolled onto his back. Jackson started licking my dad on the cheek. I quickly grabbed the camera and took a

Alice wanted to celebrate her birthday, it might not mean a lot to other girls, but to Alice it did. It was also the night that her little sister, Emma’s, ballet dance. As always, her father disapproved but Alice convinced her mother, that all she wanted on her birthday was to see her little sister twirling and dominating all the other little ballerinas. For the first time Alice was able to get what she wanted. For two hours, she enjoyed her birthday. The Bells were outside for too long and immediately needed to be home, where they can be safe. All huddled up in the car, her dad tells his wife, to not drive by the cemetery but Alice implies it was the shortest drive if they wanted to go home. With a muffle, her dad agrees. As they approach the cemetery, her dad is on the look out for anything that might cause harm. Alone on the road with no other

On 10/17/16 at 6:21pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 3944 Carlton Ave on a dog at large, possible owner known. I arrived at the location and knocked on the door; I received no answer, and left a door notice. As I was talking to the complainant dog owner Johnny Allen Jr arrived home. I talk to Mr. Allen advised him that we have received complaints that his dog was running loose. Mr. Allen stated that his dog is not getting out and if his dog is getting out its due its next door neighbor fencing not being secured. I asked to see Mr. Allen dog, he complied. I asked if his dog was current on dog license and vaccinations. Mr. Allen admitted that his dog is not current on dog license due to him not knowing about the law. Mr.

I approached a particularly large puppy of the group with a felt blue collar, scooping him up into my arms. His paws were the size of his mother’s, he had definitely not grown into them yet. As we passed him around resembling the game hot potato, he snuggled into each of our arms. His dark eyes matched his nose, his curly, golden white coat framing them. But as we picked up the other puppies, my feelings weren’t as strong and true as they were when I was holding the fuzzy dog with the blue collar. My parents, my sister and I exchanged looks of agreement. This was the dog for our

Thud! A shrill, piercing cry came from my mother's bedroom. I raced in to a cloud of dust but to my astonishment when the dust cleared all that was left was my mother's tattered bedspread and a giant paw print on the aged dirt floor.

We knocked and walked in their huge garage on the side sat a little cage with 6 golden brown fuzzy little puppies.I took a step towards the cage I counted “1,2,3,4,5,6 puppies!” I yelled in my head

Dear Magna, Utah, how much your basement frightened me. This was the first, and last, house my parents owned together. I have so many fond memories living in this house. During this time, my family raised Dalmatian dogs. The movie 101 Dalmatians also came out, so our pure-bread puppies were very popular. My dog, the male, I named Patch. I picked him out of the litter when he was a puppy, and raised him for years. Patch was the first dog who ever bit me. It was completely my fault, and I remember my dad beating the dog. My dad had cooked a huge bone, and had given it to the dog. As he was eating the flesh off the bone, I had walked over and tried to pet his head. The dog misinterpreted my movements, thought I was going to take the bone, and

We awaited the brown boxes, our feet racing home. Within the box was a note from her sister, “Hi Puny.” the note would start out, being as a child she couldn’t say spoon, it would repeatedly come out “poon,” it went on to read, “I hope to be out to visit next week, Love Ruthie.” Packed with books, games, crafts, comics, science kits, friendship bracelets and puzzles, overjoyed, this brown box far exceeded Christmas.

4-month-old Connor recently discovered his voice and pitches. At three, he demonstrated his unique talent. The dog and I were painfully aware it was the start of a long day. regretting singing him Do Re Mi these past few days, I realize while laying in bed muffling the sounds with a pillow.

The school day was finally over, which meant it was time to head home. I was finally ready to ask my parents about this dog that ended up in my room last night. As I got to the door of my house, the dog was sitting there, waiting for me open the screen door. I flung the door open, as the dog went crazy. He latched onto my leg, but wouldn’t let go. I had to writhe free from his tight grasp on me. I ran into the kitchen to see my parents and finally confronted them. They claimed that the dog’s name was Rocky and he was going to stay with us until our neighbors returned from their trip to Alaska. I began to think deeply about the day, and concluded that it was only kismet that my day was going to be ruined somehow. The dog was my mood

Wrapped up in my pink, cozy, warm, blanket, trying to catch a few more winks of sleep before the earsplitting alarm abruptly awakened me, a pitter-patter sound entered my dreams. Reluctantly, I sleepily forced one eye open, then the other, and propped myself up on my elbow to notice a lengthy, ochre, blurry streak barreling through the hallway so quick, that, in my confusion, I tricked myself into believing that I might have just witnessed a cheetah in my hallway.

She ran downstairs as fast as she could. Her parents were downstairs with their heads down. “ Bridgette.” her father said in a soft upset voice. “I’m sorry but Carly ran off this morning and we couldn’t find her” The little girl ran to her parents and burst into tears. “Mom why did Carly run away? Did she not like me? asked the little girl. “ No, I’m sure she loved you, she just ran away because she’s a puppy and didn't know better.” said her parents. It was the weekend they took an hour or two and made a bunch of signs, that said missing puppy. Bridgette was so sad but she really wanted to find Carly. They searched all day and still no sign of Carly. Bridgette was getting exhausted so they had to stop looking for the night. They planned on getting up bright and early and early to look for