Personal Narrative: The Time I Got My First Dog

Each day I would wake up the same way. With a smile on my face and everything in its place. Feeling whole and complete. Suddenly, it's different. Waking up from the night with a gaping hole inside yourself, knowing that life will never be quite the same. That hollow feeling doesn't seem to go away. As you know that the trusted pal you once had laying at the edge of your bed each morning, scruffy and content. Will never be there to greet you ever again. Growing up with a dog, having only known a life with them, comes to a shocking halt when they leave you. Until you can find the strength in the loss.

On my 17th birthday, I walked into my bedroom to see a snow white puppy with brown spots. He was in the middle of the floor laying on a furry, green pet pillow. A 4 month old pekingese that I named Baizil. He was afraid at first and only came out of the room for food, and to use the bathroom. Baizil was the sweetest ,laziest, most overprotective dog I had ever seen.

Hello pretty people, Sam here. I went through a specific process when picking Cooper to be my first dog. I wanted to walk you all through that process to hopefully make it easier on you when trying to pick out a dog.

I got my very first animal in September of 2009. It was a dog and we named him Buddy. I walking into shelter trying to find the right dog to bring home. I was so excited to get my first dog! Thinking which one is going to be the one. When we walked in all we could here was barking. Walking by cages of cute puppies, then we found just the right one, Buddy!

That night my parents forgot her outside in the backyard. But I remembered her. I went downstairs, let her in, and gave her some leftover turkey from earlier that night. We both went upstairs and with her literally on top of me, keeping me warm, her slicked back fur and a smile on her little puppy-dog face, we fell asleep, bringing the most perfect day to an

Then we got Rex.. well he was a retired cop dog and I could literally ride him around. He lasted about 5 months then someone stole him. Then we got George Regan, well this dog was so stupid he'd pee on you every time you pet him. He ended up biting someone on dogwood.. I have no clue how he got that far or why.. but the peoples daughter he bit kept him.. or perhaps they killed him and didnt tell me? Well then we got Jack, he was a jack russel looked just like wishbone. I went to work with mom for some reason, and one of her coworkers had him on a leash out front, well I asked if I could pet him and she said of course he's yours! That was a surprise and sweet gift from the Barbara. We had him probably 7 years, he ate her peper spray once and went blind he sill could jump up to your neck. So we took him everywhere he was my best buddy. He was the only one she'd let me keep in the house ( 50% of the time). Then her and amanda backed over him on christmas eve one year (I might have already told you this) I was out at lavanias with the village and here comes amanda in crying, she throws off her wig

About two years ago my sister had taken in a dog named Morgan. At first I didn’t exactly agree with this because she already had a dog that she hardly took care of. When my sister brought Morgan home she was about two months old. I could still hold her in on had. And as I spent more time with her, she became my baby.

The time I adopted my dog bella, I knew it would be a mystical time. I adopted her when she needed a place to stay in October. She’s a Poodle and her fur white as snow and a brown nose, “she’s beautiful” I said the first time I saw her. She has colored eyes and sleeps with me at night. She runs towards me when I get home. She cries for I can give her food.She just loves when I call her “Beladora”.I love her so much she sometimes prefers me than food and if you know her she loves food a lot to much sometimes.She will always love me as I will always love her even when she steals food out of my hands.

I got my first dog at the Humane Society when I was nine years old. Pepper being a cairn terrier, she has become an animal I have become

As a little girl, I always wanted a puppy. I wanted a dog that would grow big and strong, and would

I loved my dog to death. He was everything a little girl like me could wish for. He was small. He had ocean-blue eyes that drew everyone in. He made a soft bark when someone came to the door, and whenever he wanted to go for a walk, he would always run to me with a blue leash in his mouth that he had taken from my room.

My step-sister Mia and I were asking for a dog for a long time. We would always watch The Animal Channel show about dogs or vet, and it would make us think about how much we wanted a dog. Both of us had dogs before, but we did not have one anymore, we either got rid of them or they were with our other parent we didn't live with. So we would keep asking my dad over and over and bribe him by saying we would clean the house and clean and take care of the dog. One day before my sisters dance recital Mia and I were in the middle of watching TV when we saw an ad for a free dog we ran outside and begged for a dog. So he said he would think about it if we all could behave and keep the house clean. So we worked our hardest to keep the house clean, from cleaning my little brother's bedroom to cleaning both bathrooms. He lived up to his promise and started looking at dogs on Facebook we found one that was close by in Norwich and we were so excited when we found out that we were going to meet him after my brothers game. We were so excited at the game that we walked around to pass the time we sat on the dock at the park next to the field and were so excited we thought looking in the river would help pass time but it really made it go by slower. When we got in the car after the

I can bet that all of us here have wrestled with death once or twice in our lives. We all know how hard it is to cope with the loss of something that we love. After, people say that they completely understand death and what it means. There are many times in my own life where I think that I have understood death. I was wrong. Sure, I have lost fish and grandparents, but the one that hurt me the most and made me truly understand is when I lost my dog.

When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly

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