Writing Project 1: Personal Narrative English Blog

Dogs have always been a big part of my life since I've had two my grandmas has 2 and my uncles had one. My last dog Ziggy was a big part of my life, she was the sweetest dog ever and I feel she represents the love aspect of my family. Yes my family has its ups and downs, most families do, but we have such a strong love and bind that I feel was what Ziggy represented to me. So when thinking what animal to pick I knew a dog was the perfect choice and also a good way to remember Ziggy.

It was a very snowy day in the historic sight of Washington D.C. With all the buildings and monuments. So many people walking about. It was so much fun being with my friends when suddenly I see a small figure huddled by a trash bin. I said bye to my friends and walked over to this figure. When just then I notice it is a German Shepherd puppy! When I approached it it jumped right into my arms!

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

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

First of all, I want to clone my dog gema because i always play around with me and my brother. My mom like the dog because she fal around where you go.when you tell to go out sadi she will go out. My dad find her in animal shelter and my dad like in my dad but it for my little sister birthday. She ways the best dog we had.

I enter my house after a long day of school, and my dog greets me with his tail wagging. I smile when I see how happy he is to see me. Like many other kids, I had always wanted a dog, but it was too cold in the

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.

“Nah I want him to also have a good nickname from his name. Hows Oliver?” I asked. When I said that my dog barks as is if he likes that name too. Me and my mom started laughing! Finally, my mom works out the money and stuff with the breeder and we walk out where I notice the dog seems a little Perplexed about where he is going. As we reach the car we put down a blanket in case the puppy gets sick. We drive down the dirt road I sit back in my seat and realize the puppy was finally

It all started on crisp morning, the day my parents told us that we were getting a dog. We asked “What kind of dog we were getting?” They said “The dog was going to be a Golden Retriever”. Everyone was excited about the dog. Then we all had to “puppy proof” our house just in case she would get into anything. We had to make sure that we had all the necessities for the dog.

Dogs have always been considered loyal, best friends that would never leave your side. I got my first one on my 8th birthday. A doberman pinscher with huge paws and only a few months on their back. She was a gorgeous dog with a sleek black, shiny coat and symmetrical brown spots on her body. Two on her chest, two above her eyes, and then brown fur cascading through her legs as if they were streams of water. My mother and I named her “Zlata”, meaning priceless in Russian.

The reason I got a german shepherd was because that was the only thing that made me happy while I was in the hospital

When I was a little girl, I carried around a stuffed Rottweiler dog that was almost life sized. His name was Coco. I loved Coco as much as a little girl could love anything. All the photos from my childhood consisted of two things: blonde pigtails and Coco.

For the longest time, as a child, I would pick up strays and care for them, I never had a dog of my own until I was gifted a dachshund when I was in middle school. Ever since then I can’t imagine my life without a dog, they are a lot of responsibility, but it is very much worth it if you love them and they love you. I raised that dog, who was named Chloe, along with another one my mother and her ex-husband gifted to me whom I named Bluey, for about 6 years. I would have raised them so much longer, but after my mother and her ex-husband separated, he either sold them or let them run away. I was devastated by this, at the time I had another addition to my weenie family, it was a puppy from one of Chloe and Bluey’s last litter, Rocky. He was the runt of

Then they left. After about two hours they walked into the living room carrying a small,adorable puppy. My mom walked over to the couch and had me pet her. Her fur was so soft. After I had pet her, they took her outside and played around with her for a little while before going to Petsmart. Later, when they got back, we played on the living room floor and took pictures and videos of her. This was really the only time that I actually played and was able to keep myself together standing near her.

little ball of fur sticking its head outside of the pocket of my dad’s khakis. When they came