Personal Narrative: The Day I Got A Dog

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We

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.

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.

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

I got my horse when I was twelve for my golden birthday. Before I took my horse home, I went to where he currently was to learn how to ride and spend some time with him so we were both comfortable with each other. My first day there the woman I bought my horse from took me out to the pasture and told me to call his name, Kash. When Kash was the first of many horses to come up to the gate, I knew that he was going to be a great horse. Kash is a chestnut brown and his mane and tail are black, he has a white spot on his forehead and one of his ankles is completely white. The first of three days I did not ride Kash; however, I did groom him and repeatedly put on and took off his halter, bridle, and saddle. The purpose of this was for both Kash and I to get comfortable with each other and for me to learn how to do all these things since I had never been around a

So when Animal jam first released the masterpiece feature I decided to make greater dog from undertale. It took me 4 hours (my hand was shaking from using a mouse). Before I can click create den item, my mom yelled at me and I completely froze, accidentally clicking exit on the tab. Now, this was the time that you couldn't save for dear life. So so it was gone forever. I soon tried to make another greater dog and I was in the same place lie before my dog started winning to go out so I ran really fast to take him out. So I could finish the last parts on the greater dog art. My dog took over 30 mins just to go and when I came back the game was logged off.

8 weeks ago I got two puppies. One is black, white and brown and the other is brown and white. The white and brown one is named Squirt and the other is Fancy. My mom had the idea of getting them a kitty pool this week to play in, because it has been so hot. The next day after we got the pool I decided to get my bathing suit on and play with them. I got my bathing suit on and went back there to play with them but instead of playing in the water they were more interested in chasing bugs. So I went inside and then about two hours later I went back out and I couldn’t find the pups so i went around back to see if they were in the pool and the pups were playing in the water. Squirt was jumping around patting at the water with her feet. Fancy was both playing and drinking the water.I went to play with them and when I got in they started chasing bugs. So finally I just gave up and it was kinda a funny moment cause the way they were chasing bugs cracked me up. After that I did a little research on why dogs chase bugs and I couldn’t find anything on that but then I found something about the four dangers of letting your puppies eat bugs.

It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon on November 30th 2013 when my mom found me outside doing chores.

Around Thanksgiving in 2010 or 2011 I went to my aunt's house. She knew a family that was about to move. Where they were moving to didn’t allow big dogs like Spike. The family had 7 days to give him away or they were going to put him down. The idea of putting him down made me feel unhappy. Spike, the dog, was staying at my aunt’s house until his family moved into their new apartment. Since he was at my aunt’s house I met him. He had short black and light brown hair

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.

When I got my first dog was when I was either 7 or 8 years old. It was the biggest surprise ever, I have been complaining that I wanted a baby bulldog for a long time. So I took a day off of school and my mom took me to Waterloo that evening. I was so curious to where we were going, I was so excited to see where we were going I couldn’t wait longer so I kept asking all these questions about where we were at or where we were going? What are we doing?.

One Saturday morning I woke up and didn’t feel right, I was much shorter than usual. I went to my sister’s room to look in a mirror. When I went in I was shocked to see what had happened. I had turned into a dog! How had this happened, when, and why me?

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.

Realization dawned on me. We were getting a puppy! “What kind of dog are we going to look at?” I questioned with excitement.