Personal Narrative Of A Dog

For the first couple hours having her home it was a joy. She would jump on the couch and I would give her a belly rub, I would go outside and she would follow me. But whenever someone else pet her, or tried to pet her, she would growl and run to me. She could tell that I chose her and that I truly, dearly love her. And I could tell that she truly, dearly loves me.

The second to last step for me was waiting for the dog and to prepare for him. When I picked Cooper out of his litter, I knew I was going to have to wait a couple weeks to get him and this worked out perfectly. I was able to get bowls for him, toys, and a crate. It also gave me the time to prepare mentally, because my little son would depend on me for everything and I would have new

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

When my parents brought him home they said “he may not be the best dog but he’s ours”. The reason they said this was because he was the runt of the litter and had a big head with a small body All I wanted was a dog who could run and jump and play. He was very weak and so he just laid on the couch for the first months of his life, But one day when I came home from school I saw him walking I immediately I shouted “he’s walking” we took him to the vet for the first time when he was two and the vet said that he was still very weak and he still

I guess it was that moment that I knew that we were supposed to be together. When I went to fill out the adoption forms, there was a line on there that said Max was a pit bull. I laughed at my surprise. This little dog was too loveable to be a pit bull. After filling the paperwork out, they informed me that there would be a two to five day waiting period, in order for them to do a background check. They also asked me if I had a veterinarian, and I informed them that one of my good friend’s husband was a vet. I wrote down his name and phone number.

Four years ago I finally got the dog I’ve always wanted. We got her at the Oshkosh Humane Society. There were two other families that wanted her,but they picked us to adopt her!

We called him Tank. He was just sent to the Fort Myers ASPCA from New Orleans, Louisiana. He was alone and homeless after the Hurricane Katrina destroyed his hope for a future. It was fate that he was meant to be with our family. Seeing all of the good that was done to get my new puppy a forever home struck a place in my heart and made me appreciate all of the awesome work that this organization has done, not only for my dog, Tank, but also for the millions of other animals desperate for a better future. This is why I chose to feature the ASPCA and the many things that they do to make a difference in our world

Weeks passed by which seemed more like month. Week after week I went and played with the retriever puppies, it was amazing how they were so many different colors ranging form a light rusty red to a super light tan. I was in love with the little light tan girl. Each time I visited I watched and studied how they interacted; did they bark, bite, sleep, fight. This was very important to me to judge whether or not this puppy at only two then three, four, five, six, seven and then finally eight weeks old could potential make the difference in my future.

Maxie came into our lives November 20th, 2013. My sister found her on the side of the road. My dad told us that we couldn’t keep her because we already had too many dogs. We put up signs and uploaded posts on facebook asking if she was anyone’s dog. No one claimed her and she began to grow on everyone. Before long, she was a part of our family. We all loved her and couldn’t imagine our household without her. She was this little blessing that found her way into our house and I will forever be thankful to whoever’s dog she was, for allowing us have two years of joy with her.

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

When my sister and I got home and there was a tiny crate in the corner of the living room. I asked my mom, “Are we getting a puppy today?” “I guess you’ll have to wait and see” she said.

Each day I would wake up the same way. With a smile on my face and everything in its place. Feeling whole and complete. Suddenly, it's different. Waking up from the night with a gaping hole inside yourself, knowing that life will never be quite the same. That hollow feeling doesn't seem to go away. As you know that the trusted pal you once had laying at the edge of your bed each morning, scruffy and content. Will never be there to greet you ever again. Growing up with a dog, having only known a life with them, comes to a shocking halt when they leave you. Until you can find the strength in the loss.

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.

On 04/06/17, at 5:46pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 1840 Roberts St on a dog at large, patrol only. I arrived in the area and proceeded to drive around, as I was turning north in an alley from Roberts St, I heard a dog barking from the east of Roberts St. I saw a brown/white pit bull loose near 1840 Roberts St. I took a picture of the dog loose. I advised Franklin County Animal Care and Control (FCACC) Dispatcher B. Grotsky to contact the dog owner that lives at that location. I had previously captured the dog on 10/06/16. The dog ran on the front poach of the above location. I exited my vehicle and knocked on the door. I received no answers. I utilized my snare pole to gain control of the dog. I placed the dog in

On July 29, 2016 I drove into the parking lot of a hotel. I felt so many emotions as we pulled up to a lot filled with so many people with smiles on their faces. I was picking up my fourth puppy to raise to someday be a guide dog for somebody visually impaired. I had been assigned a puppy, but I did not know his name. All I had been told was that he was a male yellow lab, and his name started with the letter Y. Naturally, I had put together a list of over 100 name possibilities, and I anxiously awaited to hear what my companion for the next year would be called. Finally, the moment arrived when a small yellow ball emerged from the doors of the puppy truck, a large van used to transport puppies. I could not contain my excitement. He was handed to me as I was told his name. “Yukon.” It was so incredibly beautiful to hold this little being in my arms knowing that