Two Opposite Furry Friends

For the past couple centuries, dogs have been a large part of human everyday life. We use them as pets, friends, helping hands (paws), etc.; they’ve become an essential part of our lives and we don’t mind that. With a total of 525 million dogs in the world (as of 2012), people have responsibilities of caring for another living creature everywhere. When it comes to picking one of these companions that we know will only be around for a little over a decade (about a tenth of our lives!), people can get very curious about the differences between mixed dog breeds and purebred dogs. While there are quite a number of differences between mixed and purebred, it’s up to dog owners to care accordingly and know what these differences truly mean.

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.

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.

The way the Sunny had described Ginger was great. Sunny and Patrick are both head of heels for this “beautiful” dog, they are also trying to prove too the people whom are against this breed that they are sweet and gentle dogs. Lesley Brog, is the founder of the nonprofit animal rescue group Wags and Walks. Brog had also told ‘Today’ that "I call her my spirit animal” (Arin Greenwood, 2017). Lesley, had also fallen in love with Gingers personality and thought she would make a great pet and deserves a chance in this world.

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.

We have two pets, both dogs. One is a Yellow Lab, his name is Bruiser. Bruiser and my husband love to duck hunt together. The other one is a Chinese Crested Powder Puff named Cashew. Cashew is a rescue dog and extremely lovable.

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

Dogs are known as man’s best friend. Despite lacking the ability to talk, we understand them well. Buddyfruit, also known as “B-Fruit”, is a five-year-old male Pointer with a heart of gold. His family, the Whitfield family, brought him into their home almost three years ago. Cooper is a three-year-old male Golden Retriever with sad eyes and a joyful soul. His family, the Ruiz family, welcomed him into their family roughly a year and a half ago. From physical features, to aspects of personality, to history and background, every individual dog shares similarities and differences.

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.

Two years ago, I adopted a dog. Barkley was a gift for my daughter, but he has become a big part of my life as well. Barkley is a long-haired chihuahua, just under 9 pounds. Even though he is small, he has stolen a big part of my heart. Having this little dog in the house has filled my life with companionship, unconditional love, and gives my daughter and me something to bond over.

As the owner of three unique pups, I know that dogs’ variances are numerous. Any one who owns a dog knows that it has a mind of its own, and therefore a unique personality. Having had many dogs throughout my life, I have found that dogs fit into three classifications.

In my own life, I had my own “Marley and Me,” but with a dog named Flint. I got involved with the organization Guiding Eyes for the Blind my sophomore year of high school, and was placed with an adorable yellow lab in early May. In the beginning I was overwhelmed with school work and raising an eight week old puppy. Flint was destroying the furniture, biting my ankles as I walked, not sleeping through the night, and having accidents left and right. At some points I even thought about giving up after several occasions, such as the time I called him a “devil dog” after he chewed through my favorite pair of running shoes. After weeks of more tears and more pairs of shoes, Flint became my best friend. We went shopping together, played fetch,

Everyone must have had a pet before, even if it was as small as a fish or as big as an elephant. We’ve all had that one pet, that we will forever remember. The loving relationship between a dog and a person is so unexplainable but very special in its own way. I’ve had a dog when I was born and it would always be there from my first time to talk to being with me my sophomore year. I had a Chinese Shar-Pei, whose name was Kane. He was the most precious pet to me and not one other pet can replace his 1,000 rolls or the two different colored eyes. Everyone thought he was ugly but he’s beautiful to me. The relationship we had was unique. In this relationship it contained us both knowing what we thought and getting in trouble together. The loving

When they told me about adopting a furry little creature, I was completely ecstatic; I loved dogs and had wanted one ever since I first tried to pet one on the street. This time, I was completly fine with my parents making a decision for me; now this was the best surprise. So a week later, I convinced my parents to visit the nearest dog shelter. As we entered, we saw about 20 enclosure each containing a dog. None of the dogs looked or sounded alike; some were fluffy, spotted, tiny, or even bigger than me. We walked down the hall of dogs and I spotted a furious, little puppy. I read the card on the front of the gate and found that this adorable dog was a poodle and his name was Gucci; the dog was also only a year and two months. But the most interesting part about the small puppy was not on his information card. Instead, it was on his front left leg; his leg was encased in a bright red cast, so he was healing from a broken leg. Soon after, my parents and I realized that Gucci was healing from something much worse than a broken leg.

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