Personal Narrative Essay

Then I went to bed.The next morning we got up got ready and went back to the pet store. When we got there the dog I wanted was still there, so I was very

She was a lot of fun to play with and she was very energetic. We did not get her that day, but the employees told us that the dog we were interested in was going to be at Petsmart the next day. We went to Petsmart and we were going to make the final decision if we were going to get her. My sister and I really wanted her but my dad was hesitant about the idea of getting her. He did not know if we were ready for another dog. My sister and I really wanted her so we exclaimed “ we will do everything to take care of the dog!”

My dad opened my eyes and made me think about the dogs I currently have. I have a dog at home that isn’t very fond of other dogs. Putting that into consideration my best bet was not to get a Pitbull because of the uncertainty if they would get along. With that dog still in the back of my mind, just in case I changed my mind, I decided to leave the shelter. At this point I had to rethink what I wanted. We decided to go to another shelter in hopes of better luck. The next shelter my mom and I went to way Forsyth Humane

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always enjoyed the company of animals. Throughout my life i’ve had dogs,a cat and a hamster as pets. I’ve also done some volunteer work with the Safe Cat Foundation with a local foster mom. While volunteering with safe cat, I got to provide rescue for at risk animals, prioritizing on cats with serious medical conditions, along with fostering. I’ve had a two year experience in this foundation with nursing newborn kittens,helped take care of cats with medical conditions and foster the cats until we provide them with a home that has the best fit for them. I have affinity for animals and will do whatever it takes to protect and care for them.For these reasons I’ve selected

We had to prep for the dog, this meant that we had to buy the dog food, bed, and toys. We had to go over who would take her outside and feed her. Of course, no one agreed with anything anyone else said but we reached a conclusion that she would go for a walk each night to get exercise.

When I was 11 I owned a dog named Bruno, who always managed to bring a smile to my face. Unfortunately one day when I returned from Mexico, I was devastated to find out he had run away. Ever since I was young I've been self-reliant so it was lovely to have someone there for any circumstance. My parents would usually be at work and when they home they'd usually be in their room resting. In addition, I'm the youngest child, my youngest older brother winning me by 8 years, so I didn't really have siblings to accompany me especially since they all started a family significantly young—this of course only led to them moving on faster meaning I was pretty much on my own. It was nice to have someone so ecstatic to see you that they literally jumped

My mom got us in the car and we did a drive over to the Grapeland Bulldog Rescue, they mainly rescued English and French Bulldogs, but the one my mom was after was Sophia. Sophia was a fat, white, 4 years old, smashed face, face only a mother could love kind of dog. She was a frenchie and those are high dollar dogs, but we were allowed to take her as long as we paid to get her fixed. The way my mom put it we were Sophia's “retirement home”, she had had 8 litters of puppies! Anyway while my mom talked business inside, Ally and I went outside to play with some frenchie puppies. They were so cute, smashed faced, chubby little things. They were white and black and super cute. After what I wish was forever, my mom called us inside and she and the lady who ran the place led us out back, she showed us Sophia's sister and Sophia's boyfriend. Sophia getting ready with the lady's husband inside, at this point I had no idea what sophia looked liked. Sophia’s sister was a lot like Sophia white, chubby, and smashed faced. Sophia's boyfriend was the same except black, and he actually had a tail. We learned a bit

My new dog was staring blankly at me wondering when I would pick him up and take him home. I was at a ranch near Los Angeles, it was a humid day. The ranch had a large field and a small house probably enough for 3 people. The ranch smelled awful from all the animals and waste. Questions were racing through my mind. “ How would I know which one to pick?” “How would the dog react if I try to take him?” I thought about the questions my Mom would ask me if I chose one. “Are you sure that's the one you want?” “ There are many more to choose from.” We found the man that was keeping the puppies. He looked like he just got done working since he was covered in dirt head to toe.

I felt shaky, and excited at the same time, because I was going to have a chance of having a dog. As I felt my nerves starting to tremble, me, my sister, my mom, my dad, and brother hopped into the car. We were rushing to get to Santa Monica to go meet some dogs at Much Love Animal Rescue. As we were on the road, I was thinking of the dogs my mom had shown me on the website. “Flower, a pitbull mix, Lance, a beagle whippet, and Thor, a papillon and shi tzu mix.” I nodded my head.

“Meet Ivan,” my mom said when we met our new dog. Ivan was an English mastiff, and as a puppy, was taller than me. He barked really loud and drooled so much. Not the ideal dog for me. However, I did ask for a dog and got one so I was happy none the less. As Ivan grew older I began to really attach to him, and he really adapted to our family. Overall Ivan was a really good dog, but my story does not end here.

Almost four years ago, my parents decided to surprise my sister, Hannah, and me by getting a dog. It all started when we drove up to the house of an “old friend” of my parents. When we walked up to the front door, we saw a wooden sign of a Portuguese Water Dog, hanging from a window on the door, and it occurred to Hannah and I what was going on. A lady came to the door, holding what was about to be our new dog. The next we brought home sweet, little Bella.

When she let us in I was smiling and so was my dad the breeder was happy that one of her dogs found a home. Then I saw a bunch of adorable puppy faces. I sat down in the chair the breeder asked me and my dad which puppy we wanted I looked at my dad, I said to him “Which puppy do you want” My dad looked at me and said “I don’t know it’s up to you” and he smiled. All the little puppies came jumping on me but they were all tiny. I picked up some of the puppies but they were not the ones that I was looking for even though they

When we strolled into the house, two adult poodles stormed to the door, greeting us. The owner lead us to a small room near the back door, full of frisky, fluffy poodle puppies. She pulled the puppies up for adoption to the backyard, and the fun began. Beaming, the cotton white balls of fluff chased each other around the yard in the frosty February air.

After many months of begging like a hungry dog, my parents finally agreed to adopt a puppy as long as I would take care of it. I was filled with so much excitement that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I felt really good inside and out, my dog was very soft when he was a puppy. He followed us around that whole day. The temperature was very cold but that didn’t make the moment worse, it didn’t even affect it. The snow was very high and it was chilling feeling on the bottoms of our feet. There was a ton of screaming and happiness because we were young kids and very happy that we got a dog. We will never forget when we were begging for her to let us keep him, she was only joking with us. When she told us that we were allowed to keep him my sisters and I were very shocked, joyful, and happy. We were jumping around like we just won the lottery.