Personal Narrative: Rudy

Rudy as a young american boy had great dream’s in sports especially in Football. He wanted to be involved in this sport, but everyone around him said that he couldn’t. Now as a young man in college he is out to get everyone who tried to prove him wrong. Now he will prove them wrong now. Why did Rudy make these goals? Who did Rudy ask for help and advies? how did Rudy achieve these goals? What could have Rudy done different? These are the main questions that will be answer as you read. Rudys story is about goal setting and and rebounding from failure.

For many of our raisers, turning in the dogs at the end of the year is the greatest challenge, For Mike, “It is not hard to give them up because I know they will go on to help them more that I need them,” Says Mike, “It’s not that I don’t get attached to them because I do. If you raise a dog for a year and don’t get attached you’re probably in it for the wrong reasons or have something wrong with you. It’s just that I know these dogs can make a real

we had tiger the cat he was a tom cat, when we moved to this house I was in Kindergarden we couldn't find him. Here the owners left Regan a big ol German Shepard, I turned his dog house into a club house (he was that big) once he ran away.. he scared me too cause he'd growl when I'd try to pet him (while he was eating).

When Morgan came home with us, so did her brother. His original name was Mozart, but since my mom couldn’t pronounce that, we just called him Bruno. It was such an exciting day for both of them to come home, except for the fact that we had to prepare the dog we already had, Dopey, to meet them. Throughout the months they all got used to each other being around, so we didn’t have to worry about leaving them home alone.

My big, black, lab dog, Sonny whom I called my baby, slouched into a fluffy ball of oily fur.Crying, I clenched his paw, and laid my head onto his large stomach.

Losing a loved one is a major crisis and that happening to be one of your best sled dogs is not the path you

Frist, I ate a hamburger, but Rudy was trying bringing it up. I kept him away. Rudy and I rode the Farris wheel. When it stopped at the top Rudy started to freak out. I enjoyed the ride and watching Rudy freaking out.

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

Every time Rudy wants to show affection, he cleans Barclay's fur. That is something like a ritual between these animals. It looks like the dog enjoys, because nobody likes to have bugs and parasites. Through this intimate process, these guys became best buddies.

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

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer

Moments in days like today I had come to cherish with snow piled high to the window, in soft swirling drifts to the roof of my oaken weathered shed. Franklin stove glowing orange hot coals. Rudy, the best Yellow Lab in the world, dream twitching on his dog pillow. I knew when I started the chop saw the motor would cause his eyelids to feign alertness. Rudy was hanging in there despite his twelve years, could still jump into the back of the truck, more than I could say for myself.

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

Among the saddest truths about this lifetime is this: A dog’s life is significantly shorter than a human’s life. I said goodbye to my beloved Miniature Schnauzer, Samson, on March 26th, 2017. He was ten years old. It is an opinion to say that losing a pet is like losing a member of the family. The fact is, though, it is an understatement. Dogs are unique in their own ways. As it is said, “Grief is the price you pay for love.” And I paid a heavy priced that day.