Personal Narrative : My Furry Friends

It just so happened that this dog would change my life forever. When we got into the shelter it was non stop barking, the person who

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.

When I was eight years old my family and I owned a dog by the name of Beefy. One afternoon someone mistakenly left the garage door open. Beefy being the adventurous black labrador he is, scurried away down the street and throughout the neighborhood. After a few days have passed, Beefy still did not return.

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.

“What are you thinking of naming him?” My dad asked, I guess he was hoping for a Robert, so this newborn baby would be named after him.

“Do you know when you play something beautifully?” Is the question that startles me out of my self-pity tantrum. Shannon waits patiently looking at me with his eyebrows slightly raised while I furrow mine in thought. Do I? I want to say yes just to prove him wrong, but he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t already know the answer. We both like to be right too much to not know when the other is lying. “That’s what I thought.” He sighs out. “This is going to be a long lecture,” I think to myself, “and the lesson has just started.”

In my own life, I had my own “Marley and Me,” but with a dog named Flint. I got involved with the organization Guiding Eyes for the Blind my sophomore year of high school, and was placed with an adorable yellow lab in early May. In the beginning I was overwhelmed with school work and raising an eight week old puppy. Flint was destroying the furniture, biting my ankles as I walked, not sleeping through the night, and having accidents left and right. At some points I even thought about giving up after several occasions, such as the time I called him a “devil dog” after he chewed through my favorite pair of running shoes. After weeks of more tears and more pairs of shoes, Flint became my best friend. We went shopping together, played fetch,

He was my baby. Before I got him, I had been riding a black and white Paint mare, she was insane. I loved her to

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

Later on, Linda and I, happy together went to the garden to climb trees, eat leafy food, and pursue butterflies in playing field close by a colossal waterway. Linda overwhelmed by this awesome scene started to bounce up with energy. I took Linda by the hand and led her to a serene cow. This animal was enduring out there gnawing some grass. Linda followed it yielded on her stifler, she confronted and chuckled and said stunning!! My educator said the cows, sheep, and goats are ruminants, they eat simply grass. At that moment my only wish was to go to class I thought. At one time in a while, I played with little sheep, they are so dazzling, splendid creatures. Causing a gathering of fun we disregarded time. It was getting dreary, I expressed,

We packed all of our belongings and my parents had Duke in the back yard chained up. They told me to leave him there overnight that we had to many breakables out. So I obeyed them and put a pillow on the couch to sleep on because we are leaving in the morning. I look out the window one last time to make sure Duke is still there. He sat there laying in the dog house whimpering. I returned back to the couch to

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

My Miniature Pinscher has survived some pretty traumatizing things. I was so clueless when it came to owning a puppy. I did the best I could, but looking back I cringe.

Sometimes I go on Craigslist and look at all the kittens in my community. Theoretically, I could adopt all those kittens, right now! I like to imagine that in another universe I'm just this being that is controlled by my own worldly impulses. So if earthly Charity wants fifty kittens, unlimited Dominos, and a movie theater all to herself showing The Golden Girls, other universe Charity is living it the fuck up... It's the little things.

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside