Personal Narrative: The Breeder's Home

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

I remember the very first day my family and I got our Italian Greyhound, Cyrus. My Sister wanted to get a dog so badly so we all got on my dad’s computer to order one. My Mom wanted a dog that was cat-like so we chose an Italian Greyhound as our dog. We were surprised to find out that he would be coming from Nebraska in only three days. This meant that we were totally unprepared to receive him but we still did from the airport. Even though he was shy at first he grew to be a hyper little dog and to love us. Even though I love to be with him I don’t know much about his kind, so I decided to find out where and when they originated, What their body is like, and what it is like to live with them.

Upon arriving at the house I was greeted by an adorable little Labrador/Pit-bull mix she was very energetic and

It was a bright sunny day my family and I just adapted a beautiful lab mixed with a great dane. We were in my mom’s van heading to Petco. My family and I were going to Petco to get all the supplies my new puppy needs. So, we pull in to the parking lot of Petco.

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.

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.

“Ok, let's get you and Karl some food.” Kathrin replied, “I have the same kind of dog at home so we will have a nice place for Karl to sleep and lots of food too.”

Then he started talking to her telling her everything he went through and what he was feeling then felt like a 10,000 pound weight was lifted off his chest. Dogs are just that way, they don't judge or ridicule and they always show unconditional love no matter what.

"He's a magnificent, amazingly prepared pooch," Grannan said. "He plays with my child, he's incredible with the family and he's in this way, so sweet."

“BARK, BARK!” Dogs everywhere screeching at the top of their lungs like it’s the end of the world all hoping to be adopted by a loving family. This is the story of when I got my first pet, Landis. Landis is a lab pointer mix. We got him in October 2010, therefore I was about 5. My family rescued him from the Voorhees Animal Shelter. Landis was his name when we got him and my family and I decided not to change it. We were walking through the shelter and my sister, Rachel, saw his cute little face and exclaimed this is the one. We all agreed to get him and he’s been our dog ever since.

“She is YOUR dog and YOUR responsibility and you promised that if we got you a dog, you would walk her every single day!”

“I’m so excited to meet the dogs”, I said as Mom and I drove to our destination. The shelter was the one place that I could care for the dogs that needed my love and attention.

He said, “She’s the smartest dog you’ll ever come across” and then demonstrates with a few different whistles and tones he gets the dog to herd the sheep separate them into two different pastures behind different stone walls. Gret just clapped and hopped and hollered loving every minute of it. “Okay, we are so trading for one of these pups” she said grinning from ear to ear.

“We used to be a horsey family and then we moved into the city and we became a doggie family.”

The next morning he woke up, blazed through the house and out the door like any other day, and a year and a half later, he is still the same dog that walked up to me as a stray in a gas station parking lot and when I went in, refused to come in with me, but waited patiently for me to come back out.