Personal Narrative: My Personal History

On my 17th birthday, I walked into my bedroom to see a snow white puppy with brown spots. He was in the middle of the floor laying on a furry, green pet pillow. A 4 month old pekingese that I named Baizil. He was afraid at first and only came out of the room for food, and to use the bathroom. Baizil was the sweetest ,laziest, most overprotective dog I had ever seen.

My dog's name was delilah she was a husky mix with german shepherd she was so cute. It was so sad because she would always take care of us, play with us, and always be there when we were sick, she would always check on us with her nose, she moved aware faces to make sure we ever still alive. My brother was sicker because he was 4 years old she crawled in bed with him and she slept with my brother the whole night.

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

Even though she is only a dog she teaches me many lessons. She has taught me how to be responsible by needing exercise, food, and water. Some people would see this as a burden, but her and I have made loads of memories on walks, runs, and bike rides. Once, on a nice sunny day, her and I went to my Grammy’s pond and raced around the tons of blueberry bushes, the wind blasting against our faces, making her cheek fur smoothed

One day around two o'clock pm I got a phone call from my dad. I answered it and it was awful news. He told me that our dog, Cruiser, had passed away. He was only four years old, and none of us were expecting it. I thought that nothing good would have ever come out of it. But something did. Cruiser and I were never that close, I never really ever wanted to go out and see him at our farm, but I still loved him to death.

When I was six I really, really wanted a dog. I dreamt of adorable, white, fluffy, female dog that would follow me to school and let me dress her up. So every waking moment I would say to my parents things like, “We need something to protect the house when we are gone, we should get a dog,” or, “We need something that will play outside with us, let’s get a dog,” or, “My friend has a dog so we should get a dog.” Soon enough my parents went to the pet store and bought a dog for our family of five, soon to be six. At the time, my older sister, younger brother and I were at my grandma’s home so we were unaware of the surprise we would receive when we got home.

I picked him up and he looked at me with those gorges puppy eyes and I knew he was the one. A nice, warm summer evening my dad and I were driving to pick up my new puppy. We drove for about 10-15 minutes when I was in the car I was so excited and happy that I did not even listen to music on the radio I could not believe I was getting another puppy. I was mostly excited but I was a little nervous to pick out one because the one I pick out has to leave his Parents and siblings and I would feel bad but I know I would give him the most perfect life. We finally got there we knocked on the door well I was waiting in my mind I said “She has a big beautiful, clean house and she live in a beautiful neighborhood.” Then I knocked again this time we heard barking some of the barking was coming from their neighbor’s house.

When I got my first dog, Genghis, I was in elementary school. My sisters and I had been bugging our parents to get a dog for years. After a while they finally gave in. I was sitting in my room when my dad walked in and told me and my sister the news. “I just got off the phone with a lady who is selling Rottweiler puppies. Do you want to come with me to pick up our new dog?” He asked. Before my sister could even answer I shouted yes. My sister and I hugged each other and jumped up and down excitedly. “Hurry up and get dressed and then we will go.” My dad said. We did what he told us and then got into the car.

In November, it was a windy and sunny day. My brother, dad and I were going to meet the lady that had the dog. All three of us were very ecstatic to be meeting the woman that had the dog. We were on our way to Lehighton, where we were going to

Her name was Roxy she was the most beautiful dog in the world and she was the sweetest dog ever. then as we wore driving down central we saw a dog a big so we stopped a ran out the car and ran over to the dog he was emaciated and he stunk. we wore driving home and we saw what kind of dog he was he was a Rottweiler with no collar so we called the human society and ask if there were any missing dogs and they said no so now we had a new member to owner family.

It was a Pitbull, we had assumed he came from a fighting ring because there were huge gashes and several bite marks. The dog looked like he hadn't eaten in days, everyone was surprised that he was alive. The dog was rushed into surgery, I wasn't allowed to watch because the dog was in such bad condition and my mom didn't want me to watch if they lost the dog on the table. However, I did see the dog as they carried him back and the look in the dog’s eyes, the pain and sadness, you could see how he knew that he probably wasn't going to make it. The surgery took a long time and was touch and go for a while but the dog made it through. I saw him months after he was adopted by the lady that found him and the look in his eyes was completely different, he was happy. That was when I knew every animal should have that look none should look like he did the first time I saw him.

In the year 2008 our beloved Boston terrier, Duke had died of a stomach illness. He had been with my dad since he was in college and was eleven years old. He would go outside on his own and was rarely misbehaved. It was hard on me since I was only six years old at the time. I eventually was able to get over it,but having a house with no dog just wasn’t the same. We all missed having a dog around the house and we missed taking care of one.

When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly

It was Thanksgiving break when my family decided to get another dog. We looked at countless adoption websites until we finally chose one. They were having a sale of puppies at a local Petco for a new litter of Sharpeis. We were told they were pure bred, so we decided to go. When we arrived, my stepdad set his eyes on a beautiful black puppy, while my mom and I loved a smaller light brown one. Both had huge wrinkles, consuming their entire body- a Sharpei signature trait. Just one look into their adorable puppy eyes and we were sold; it was like love at first sight! The woman selling the dogs told us if we fostered the two for a couple weeks, we could keep both or just one at a lower price, so of course we agreed.

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