Personal Narrative: The Hunting Dog

It was a warm sunny summer afternoon, we were driving down a busy road when all of a suten my sister yelled,

On one winter morning, I woke up to see that my mom is on her laptop. I asked her “What are you looking for?” Then she broke the news to me that she was looking for a new puppy. From that day on I was set on helping her find a puppy.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

This is not a dying dog story, rather a dying cat story. When I was about 15 my little sister adopted a little kitten named “faithful”. At the beginning, I actually kind of liked the little thing. I remember holding it and thinking how cute it was. I hoped it would stay that way forever. Unfortunately, it did not. I learned at a very early age that kittens grow up into evil cats. God bless you if you are a cat lover, but I just do not have that spiritual gift. I digress; when the cat grew up I was outside playing catch with my dog, but this particular time I was using a tennis ball and bat. I would throw it on the ground and then wait for it to bounce and then hit it with a bat. I was doing this for a solid 5 to 10 minutes when my sister’s

In one of my recent fellowship group meetings, we were studying Acts 16, and it was pointed out that Paul and Timothy kept going back to places, regardless of the rejection they often received. Their tireless efforts paid off handsomely, rewarding them with the salvation of many souls, for which they always gave thanks to God.

One glorious morning my grandpa and I got up bright and early. We got ready and headed into the woods to prepare for our deer hunt. We walked through the brush as quiet as possible so that we would not spook any animals in the area. On our way to the hunting spot, we stopped in a couple areas to take in how beautiful the view was. Once we took the view in we kept moving toward our hunting spot. Finally, we reach our hunting blind and we get all set up for the hunt. My grandpa and I sat in the blind and talked quietly about how we hoped a deer would come by soon so that we didn’t have to hunt all day. About twenty-five minutes into the hunt I hear a faint noise come from behind me. My eyes lit up with excitement hoping that when I turned around

I'm staring down the barrel of my savage 243. In my sights is a beautiful buck. He's relaxed slowly grazing at the alfalfa in the field. My heart is racing, adrenaline rushing through me. As I slow down my breath and prepare to take the shot I start to think. If I do this, if I take this shot, I will now be a hunter. I will have taken the life of another animal in order to able to feed myself and my family. I take one last breath brace for the kick of my gun and put my finger on the

That place was very cold. All I wanted to do was to get to my destiny. I was with my comrade Henry and our 6 dogs. I remember we were taking the coffin and tried that nothing will happen to it. The same day, I camp with Bill. We started eating and talking and we realized that there were 7 dogs. We counted again and we had 6 dogs. We were confused. At the end, we had 5 dogs. I was sad and worried because Fatty was gone. Anyway, we follow the trail. I remember we lost another dog. So I tied the remaining dogs up with leather thongs and sticks. But it did not work because another dog disappeared. We made our way and we noticed the wolf. We tried to scare the she-wolf but we realized that it did not work. By following our route, the sled got stuck

Slobber on your face, fur covering your black pants, mud being tracked in from outside, a giant furry being jumping on you when you enter the house, this can only mean one thing, a dog. Dogs are not only one of the most common pets, but they are also beloved by many people. Some people will even refer to their dog as their best friend, their companion, or the thing that brightens their day. It is evident that dogs have such a profound effect on people, and since I grew up around dogs, they had a profound effect on me too. However, it is not just my dog’s life that changed me, it was losing her that altered my perspective on life and death.

Whenever we talk about fairy tales, we speak of the Fairy Godmothers, the magic beans, and the talking cats. Rarely do we ever write papers about how one day we want to be the Big Bad Wolf, or the Wicked Witch of the West. There will never be a time in someone’s childhood when they prefer to be a villain rather than a hero, and that has much to do with our choices as we get older. We tend to throw aside anything we feel isn't the best. As Dick Gregory once had written, “I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that.” At young ages, we were exposed to different people by attending our first elementary schools. When I entered the third grade, I remember at such a young age, I allowed my heart to have first been deceived

When walking into Pattons Coon club you always see the old timers group up talking about how good the old times used to be in competition coonhunting and how the younger generation is going to start ruining it. Well, at that time I was frustrated how rude the older timers were talking bad about my generation, so I went to them to describe how nothing has changed the last fifty years out of the rulebook. Four handlers with dogs competing in a night hunt. When dogs are turned loose barking, a handler needs to inform the Judge that his dog is opening on trial. Commits his dog to that track. It is called striking the dog. A dog must be struck on or before its third bark, or it will be scratched. Considered a fault, babbling is when a dog barks

The sound of wolves is something you don’t forget. They howl to talk to the others in their pack. They also use howling as a way to scare off predators. This would be the same as how dogs bark to scare off people who do not belong at their homes.

My sophomore year of high school, I learned that a friend volunteers at our local SPCA. I was excited, and in a flash, I was on their website to learn how I could help. Maybe I couldn’t of helped my cat, but I could help other animals find homes and help them trust people again after being in abusive homes. And that’s exactly what I did.

I have one dog named Josie. She is a German shorthaired pointer and she is 6 years old. We got Josie about 6 years ago from Timber Hill Farms. Josie loves to hunt and retrieve tennis balls. She also likes to go “fishing”, by fishing I mean running up and down the shore of the lake chasing the fish. The first time we brought Joise up north was when she was a few months old, that was when she discovered fish. Now every time we go up north she goes fishing, even when it is 40 degrees outside.

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