Barking Dogs Never Bite

He had short blue-black hair and grey eyes. His mouth was too serious. I will not bite you, Alexander. I will not. “Don’t think he’s a stray. Someone obliviously cared for him enough to feed him before abusing him. He may have been used as a bait dog.” “Assholes,” she said. “You think he’s a biter?” Alexander stroked his furry ear. He closed his eyes and let the two people do what they wanted. He knew somehow that

We’ve all seen the comics or the shows where the dogs are always barking at the delivery man right? Well, the fact of the matter is, this actually happens a lot and has caused serious damage to some people. Not only that, but if a postman was to accidently sprain or hurt his/her ankle, it would mean the end of

pull up their lip, or to gasp. Many times I use the word "Pitbull" and an immediate response is something along the lines of "aggressive dogs" or "dangerous animals", but I've never believed that to be the case. In October of 2014, my mom andI had begun to discuss adding a fur baby to out family. We had the original intent of getting a Rottweiler, a sweet dog with a big bark. Of course, things don't always go as we intend them too. A different breed was immediately pushed on us when we mentioned

“Penny would you please go fetch me some fire wood?” Mom shouts. I roll off my bed and make my way downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and I see mom staring out the window. Shrugging it off and walk outside into the backyard. The stack of logs sit perfectly, still fresh from when dad cut them. I grab three and turn around, admiring our small pale blue house. I sigh and walk to the back door, but stop to the sound of voices. I immediately recognize moms, soon followed by dads. I set down the logs

There was a man named bud, and he had a service dog that was killed while trying to protect him from an alligator in October, of 1955 but had died to, the public hopes of preventing this future tragedy again. One day a midage dude named bud, was walking his new service dog named barley in the hot summer, in florida on October 30,1955 where it was about 95 degrees outside. He just got home with a new 3 year old dog and he wanted to take him out for a walk. So he packed a bag of water and food

Laika A female dog roamed the streets of Moscow, her simplistic life pertaining only to finding enough to eat and surviving the harsh cold of the Soviet Union. The only indication that she was a stray were the bony ribs sticking out of her wind-ruffled coat. When the strange men clothed in bulky army uniforms, cornered her in a small dark alley, she did not bite, bark, or run such as the others had. The dog simply allowed her captors to carry her to the nearby truck that was spewing dark clouds of

window but only saw the moon resting in the jet-black sky. As, I slipped back into my cosy bed I could still hear more screams. I lay as still as a log, scared stiff for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly, I heard our front door creak open, my dog barking to warn us of the intruder. Someone was downstairs and was now climbing up the stairs to what sounded like my parents’ bedroom. I was paralysed with fear unable to move. An ear-piercing scream followed by the sound of ripping and crunching

you did leave it on the counter,” my brother said. “You can’t leave food on the counter!” I tried to laugh but honestly I felt his pain. You might think, wow this guy is crazy, or he 's overreacting but believe me anyone would get frustrated with two dogs always stealing your dinner. This

made me happy. I was always excited and happy to go to my grandma’s house. She always made me laugh and she always had fun things planned for us to do. We would play games and I would help her in her flower garden. We would take the dog for a walk and pick up pop cans along the way. She always told me “They’re only worth a nickel, but money adds up.” Grandma would take me to the recycling center with her when she took the cans in and she would split the money with me. We would go

It is often said that a dog is a man’s best friend. In the last 14,000 years, dogs have accompanied man by helping him hunt, guard, and protect. In our modern world, dogs help us combat in war, search-and-rescue, guide the blind, deaf, discapacitated, rehabilitate patients in therapy, aid law enforcement, and are part of our family as beloved pets (Coren). Although canine superstars such as Lassie, Old Yeller, and Rin Tin Tin portray the perfect dog we all want in our lives, these ideals are far