Personal Narrative: My First Pack

I never seen so many abandon animals in a shelter before, it was really sad. Caring and helping them out made me feel good about myself. Even though half of my job was pretty messy it was worth it. I remember washing this puppy all covered in dirt, I thought to myself why anyone would do such a thing to the pour animal. One time I even got a chance to go to the

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

Four, maybe five German soldiers surrounded me. They were moving in faster than a pack of starving wolves, and I was their downed prey. There were flying bullets, dark smoke, and explosions everywhere. I was oppressed and knew that this was finally it. All my hard work was about to disappear into a plume of smoke. I commenced raising my rifle, and then in the midst of this chaotic scene there was this ever so subtle giggle over the headset. I look upwards dumbfounded to see a firestorm of bombs hailing all around me, and enveloping my entire section of the battlefield obliterating everything. It was my brother Chase piloting this monstrous desert-sand colored beast of a bomber, which just unleashed utter devastation on the opposing

When I applied for C.R. England I was not sure that I would be accepted to go through the program. Three days later I received a phone call from a Recruiter at C.R. England and while on the phone we went over all the information before setting a time and a date for leaving for Salt Lake City, Utah. When the day came to leave for Salt Lake City, Utah my parents took me to the Greyhound terminal to prepare to leave. Thirty minutes later we boarded the bus to leave our first stop was in Missouri I stayed on the same bus and from there I went to Kansas where I had to switch buses but I had to wait one hour before the other bus got there after boarding the bus for going to the next stop I was in Colorado where I had to wait two hours and thirty minutes before boarding my next bus to Wyoming once I got to Wyoming the next bus was ready and it had no air conditioner that I remember so the last bit of traveling was so warm that everyone on it was hot even a eight month old baby everyone tried their best to help the mother out to make

That love between an animal and its owner drew me further into the love of veterinary medicine. This shared compassion and love for animals helped me relate to clients. Volunteering at local shelters, I gained more perspective on a career as a veterinarian. I learned how to care for abused and homeless animals and to let go of the animals I had grown to love when it was in their best interest.

It all started at the beginning of tryouts. The week of excitement and nervousness. Everyone was already making guesses on who was gonna be on the team. Then so it started, the first day was pretty easy and so was the next. The third was conditioning day, which was the worst. Then the last two days were fairly easy too. But those days were the most nerve racking. Those were the days when the cuts were made.

Four years ago while on vacation in Mexico we rescued our dog there.  He was in bad shape, he had been abused and neglected.  We saw him standing alone in the middle of the street, we drove up and put him in our car.  He was wearing a collar with no tag but we were able to find his owners.  They said they had taken his tag off because they didn't want him anymore and wanted him to "get lost".  He was too big and they thought he was always in the way.  It was so sad to hear them say that!  He was very skinny, only about 100lbs and had bloody knees and elbows.  We decided to adopt him. It was the first time we had a giant dog in our

In addition to this, weeks later, I found myself at a shelter looking for a dog. As I walked down the hallway I saw this dog that popped out at me. He was so little, dark brown, big bold brown eyes, and all white paws, sitting there looking at me waging his tail. He even resembled a dog I had in the past. So I asked the lady to see him. When she brought him out we played and had a great bond like I have never experienced with any of my dogs. My family was also at ease because he was the only puppy to interact without

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

What do you think of when you think of a girl’s sleepover? Maybe you imagine several girls sitting cross legged on slippery pink sleeping bags, painting their nails and singing High School Musical’s “Start of Something New”. Or maybe you think of the commercials they only show on MTV after 10 pm (in my experience feathers tend to come out of pillows in clumps instead of floating out in artistic fluffy explosions). Other people’s sleepovers might be like that, but the ones I had with Danielle, or Dani as she preferred to be called, were usually more unusual.

It happened about a year an a half ago when my friends on Xbox and I received a challenge from a allied clan on Halo 4 to see who had the better players. Our clan at the time was a dozen of people, but the challenge was a five versus five so we brought our best. I was just signing on when Newfie Venom the clan leader at the time requested that I join a party chat with him and the other members going to the challenge. I being interested to what Newfie wanted joined.

Back in the day when I was 15, I was racing supercross at calhoun supercross it was a saturday night race under the lights and, it had just rained like crazy ,so the track was a mud pit . Of course the track was built on a creek or its more like a wetland on low land. Anyways we had a lot of people there that and a lot of riders and mud do not go together very well. I was race number five so when i was watching the races before me and people were recking like crazy and going really slow. gate had just dropped on race 3 so i went down to the staging behind the starting gate even just where you sit in staging was muddy gate drops on race four so i pull up on to the wet and muddy and slick concrete gate we sat there for a good bit then the white

I was walking home down an old dirt road I’d never been down before, after my truck broke down, that's when I started to hear panting and the sound of small foot steps getting closer and closer. I started to walk a little faster since I wasn't looking for any trouble, the next thing I knew I was being grabbed from every direction and a bag was put over my head. Then I was picked up and I could feel what seemed like hundreds of small hands pressing on my back as I was passed down until I was loaded into some sort of wagon or buggy. I held at guard by only two of them as we slowly trotted down the road, I never heard any hoofs on the gravel so I assumed the other tiny handed bandits were pulling the wagon. I started to think about everything that had happened to me so far and it all started coming together, the small

It was April and over the past few weeks, I checked the local Animal Humane Society's website. I noticed that this pit bull terrier had showed up every time I checked that site. I asked my mom if we could get a dog and for the first time in about a year she said yes. I couldn't believe it. Not too long after that me, my sister, and my dad piled into the car and drove to the Animal Humane Society. When we arrived, we found the dog chewing on a pen that she stole from one of the volunteers. We asked the volunteer we wanted to adopt her. They had my dad sign some papers, gave her a name, and about fifteen minutes later they brought out a cute, energetic dog with a brown spot right on her eye. As we were walking to the car she froze when she saw

I gathered up my clipboard and supplies and headed out, as i skimmed through the pictures of all the new dogs i couldn't help but be drawn to the picture of a beautiful labrador with the most sorrowful eyes. I had a feeling of worry that took over me and i scurried over to her gate. Much to my surprise there were no volunteers in her cage which was bizarre because volunteers loved meeting and playing with the new dogs. She was in the corner of her cage trembling with her head hanging low,i felt my heart break into a million pieces. I reached over to open her gate when a loud anxious voice behind me said “ i wouldn’t do that if i were you, did you read her label? She’s aggressive.” i looked up and there it was in bright bold oversized letters, aggressive will bite. I couldn't believe my eyes, she didn’t look aggressive she looked sad. I turned around and with a nod said we’re all here at our own risk and opened her