Personal Narrative: One Dog

Walking up to the shelter only to find that the dog we wanted is being taken home by another family, we thought we wouldn't be getting a dog today. But when we found her, we were glad that the other dog was taken. Her black, slicked back fur shedding off of her perfect dog body. Her black beady eyes are bulging out of her head with the look of excitement. Unable to hold herself back she breaks the leash that the vet was trying to hold her back with. Running to us, she slips and falls on her head. We don’t have a second to worry because she jumps up and starts licking our faces with her slobbery tongue. By the time she is tired from licking our faces, we feel as if we just went swimming in a pool of melting jello

Barkley is the best little companion. He loves to go where ever his people go. My daughter is getting older, and spending less time at home, but Barkley is always around to keep me company. He loves to go for a ride, and he never wants to be left behind when we go somewhere. Although he can’t go every time, I take him out as often as possible. He loves to go

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,

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!”

Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Is all Max could hear when he went to go get his first dog by himself. He was so excited to finally get a dog! Max had just graduated from college and was excited too live on his own. But what he was most excited to do was get a dog! .When he was little his parents never let him get a dog because they thought they were useless. Max had always loved dogs whenever he would go to friends houses he would always end up playing with their dog. Now he was happier than ever to finally get a dog! He was wondering which one to get,

It doesn't matter what kind, she just loves food. Another one of her favorite things to do is play. She loves squeaky toys and chasing me around the backyard. Something she doesn't like however, is being touched. She loves being pet, but she hates being touched on her tail, cheeks, shoulders, or legs. She will get slightly aggressive if someone touches her.

Hi everyone, I am new here, but wanted to share an idea I have for a ongoing fundraising opportunity. So, I have this app called Walk for a Dog where every mile you walk the company (Wooftrax, Inc) donates 25 cents to your rescue of choice. I know this isn't a dog rescue or shelter, but when I was scrolling through the list of shelters on the app I passed by a raccoon rescue/sanctuary and that made me think maybe AWWS could benefit from this app. I believe to get your rescue/sanctuary on the app you have to sign up on the website on the computer. Just an idea that I wanted to throw out there and see what you all

When we got out dog My mom and dad surprised us last year with our dog in a pink blanket.When my sister and me came home during the winter. We asked our mom what she was holding she said our new dog.

Indy, my border terrier, ran ahead of me as we skirted the deserted baseball diamond. His nose was to the ground, his tail held high. Border terriers hunt fox and rabbit, but Indy's instincts are warped. He stalks day-old pizza and leftover hunks of cheese. Before I could catch him, he had disappeared behind the dumpsters of the high school parking lot.

I have always seeked to broaden my mind weather it thought learning new skills or meeting new people. One skill that I have learned over the years is how to care for dogs and other animals. My family started our own dog kennel when I was three years old, my family loves and cares for dogs 24/7. This is why I choose my pseudonym striving dog, to show how I look to better myself all the time and how dogs have had a huge influence in my life.

Shay and Zane turn 16 in 5 days, they both had the same birthday, so they both go in and leave the factory on the same day. Everyone knows what happens when you turn 16, you go to the factory, 10 enter, 3 leave, and no one knows what happens inside, even if you had already entered and are one of the lucky 3 that left, you forget everything that happened inside. They both were extremely nervous, but whenever one of them got nervous they just went and played one of the 25 pets that are required to have.

On August 2008 we got a dog named Lilly. I remember brought her home in the car, she was very jumpy and excited to have a new family. Sadly, she had to leave her sisters and brothers behind. Lilly and my sister (Sam) are both they name age when we adopted Lilly, she was 3 years old. Lilly is a Boxer mixed with another dog but, we still have not figured out what dog though. Lilly’s birthday is in May and, recently we got a middle name for Lilly, which is Lucy. Today, she is 9 years old but in dogs years she is 63. Lilly sleeps in my room during the night and during the day she is outside on a leash thing where, she can run around outside freely until we get home from school. Lilly is a brown and white boxer that is very hyper, with a big heart.

I will remember this day if I get my own dog. One sunny day in March, I was at my grandma's house to celebrate my great grandma's birthday. My grandma's house is brown-walled, three-floored, and smells like dog. We were about to eat dessert. Dessert was on the table for a couple minutes and then I saw that Rudy ate my cousin's gluten-free cake off the table and left a mess. Rudy is my grandma's reddish-brown miniature dachshund. There he was, sitting on the chair with cake and frosting all over his face. Grandma got grumpy. "Bad dog Rudy!" she yelled. Rudy responded with a whine. Rudy's eyes looked heavy with guilt.

Martin, or Marty, is my dog who can always be counted on to always make me laugh, by way of his high energy and playfulness. Marty, in fact, is so energetic that he discards any common sense that a dog may have in a burst of randomness. For instance. He runs out of my brother’s room, into my parents’ room, out of their room, into my room, out of my room, into my parents’ room, and right smack into their bed. Hard. But he gets up, unfazed, and repeats the process.

When I was little, I loved to play with my dog, Missy. We liked to play outside, and Missy’s favorite game was catching a frisbee. When my family and I ate a meal, I sneaked her treats from our table, even though my parents told me not to. Every evening when it was nice enough to go outside, I would run with her, and she would pounce on the ground, before chasing after me.