Sammy “BAD DOG SAMMY!” are a few words that you would hear in my house a lot. I have a dog named Sammy and he is such a troublemaker. He eats the furniture, pees on my bed, sheds everywhere, and he actually eats my homework. I keep trying to convince my dad to get rid of him, but my dad refuses. “Sammy deserves a home. We can't just take him back to the pound. He deserves to have a chance.” is what my dad always says. Two years ago, we adopted Sammy and he was only a puppy. Now he is a big, dirty, messy Otterhound that everyone in my family despises him except for my dad. I don't understand why my dad even likes him, he never listens to anything that we say and he is always causing trouble. One day, my dad made me take Sammy for a walk …show more content…
Sammy has been missing for two days now and I think everyone misses him. I don't know what happened, but everyone has seemed to forget how much of a bad dog Sammy was. All of this stress is making me realize that Sammy wasn't that bad. I remember how he used to come into my room and lay with me on my bed. I actually enjoyed it, until he would pee on me. I also miss how he used to shed so much, that we couldn't even sleep inside. We had to sleep outside in a tent for a whole week! It was surprisingly fun. He also used to eat everything. He always ate all of the food that I would drop from the dinner table, and that meant that I didn't have to clean it …show more content…
Nobody came to the door, so I rang the doorbell a second time. After about two minutes, I gave up. I figured that it probably wasn't Sammy in the first place. I started walking back home, that was when I heard it again. I knew that I couldn't give up now because Sammy was inside that house. I rang the doorbell a third time, and that's when they finally opened the door. “Emma, nice to see you here.”
“You too Mrs. Anderson.” I said.
“What can I help you with?” she asked me.
“Ummm, well I think I heard my dog barking from inside your house,” I said, “but I probably was just hearing things.”
“Actually, I think I might have found your dog. Well, you see, I found a dog sitting on my porch,” she said, “ I took him inside and fed him, but I didn't know who the dog belonged to, so I just kept it here until somebody came looking for him.” she said.
“Yes, that is my dog!” I squealed when I saw Sammy peeking at me from behind the door.
“Great, then you can take him home!” she said excitedly. I took Sammy and we started walking home. I didn't even have to drag him, he just walked beside me. The walk home was nice. Sammy didn't get into any trouble. I was starting to think that Sammy was acting like a whole new dog! He actually listened to me and he never even looked at one squirrel. He was probably just homesick and missed all of
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After a scolding from his mother, Gary walks away from home in the essay, “The Stray,” by Gary Soto. While walking he comes across a stray dog. The lonely two walk for a mile. After walking for a while the two jump up on a car hood. While upon the hood, Gary tells the stray everything about himself. After a while, Gary decides it is always best to touch instead of tell. Time passes and the two hop down from the car. Gary unsuccessfully is able to feed the dog an orange, so he rummages through a garbage can to find the dog any leftovers. Before returning home, Gary names the stray Charlie. The next morning he finds stray in his garbage cans, calls the name “Charlie” and the dog looks up. This essay showed how someone is always there, even when
"What are you doing in this part of town?” said dog. Little Red Riding Coat replied, "Going to Grandmothers."
Pit bulls are the most missunderstood animals.I have a bully pit bull terrier his name is Uno because he was the only one to survive out of all his brothers and sisters.My dog never bit anyone in his life because I dont treat him bad or teach him bad stuff.Pit bulls are nice dogs to have,They are protective dogs, and theres no such thing as a bad dog.
A little shift in body language and a phrase or two in dog speak and wa-la! You will have the relaxed and quiet dog you 've always dreamed of. Why His Barking Bothers You More Than Peeing On Your Rug You probably anticipated most of the life changes owning a dog would bring, like the vet expenses, the messes of potty training, the destroyed property from chewing, etc. By doing so, at the same time, you were also mentally preconditioning yourself for those nuisances and have therefore managed to handle your puppy 's "puppy ways" with relative ease by reassuring yourself that your dog is still just a puppy, and he will soon grow out of behaviors that drive you a little bit crazy
Have you ever wondered what your pets are thinking? Personally, I wonder all the time. I purposely mess with my dog to see how he reacts. Well, now you can at least get an idea of what they are thinking. The humorous short story, ¨A Conversation With My Dogs,¨ by Merrill Markoe is about a dog owner who is having a conversation with her dogs Bob and Stan about how they follow her around everywhere. The author is attempting to portray the thoughts of dogs when communicating with them. In this instance, the owner is confused about why they want to follow her everywhere. This short story is a high comedy that uses witty humor and situational irony to make the audience laugh while giving the lesson.
It all started last year during summer break. I was with a couple of friends when he came along. He was short, round and had a learning disability. We thought that it'd be fun to pick on him for a while. We took turns shoving him around. I guess I shoved him too hard and he rolled down the hill we were on. When we found him he was barely breathing. We tried to help him because we thought that it'd be the right thing to do but then we realized that this was all our fault. We couldn't let him go so we carried him into the forest for the animals to finish him off. Days later, we returned to the forest only to find his body with teeth marks all over, he even lost his leg to a pack of coyotes. The worst part of it was that in the midst of all this, he was still alive slowly enduring this torture. We took our turns saying our apologies but we knew that it would never be enough.
wanted to take him down to take his place as leader. The dogs had to live through many
"That's one of our newest litters. She's a German shepherd mixed with a wolf hybrid." I smiled as I looked to see the pup was starting to fall asleep. Jack was studying the pup and for the first time in a while a small smirk graced his face. A girl about ten years old came around the corner as I pet the little pup behind the
The day Mom got Sugar was somewhat frightening for me. Obviously, I wanted nothing to do with the dog, I never planned to be in the same room as the dog, much less, take care of the dog. After all, Mom was supposed to take care of the dog. Slowly, I fell in love with her. She looked stern and loving. Her warm, brown eyes and pearly white smile only helped me fall in love with her. Not long after that I started to enjoy her company. Sugar was a loyal dog, she wanted to please everyone. When we went for a walk Sugar would come with us. We kept her on a leash, yet she never strayed from us.
Being a teenager my mother explained having a pet was a great responsibility somehow I was frustrated she didn’t understand my passion and love for dogs! Nothing in the world would convince her to let us get one. She claimed I can have a turtle if I desperately wanted to have a pet. I couldn’t agree.
Not too long ago, Ms. Morris’s beloved dog, Hattie, had 5 puppies. Everyone in town thought the puppies were boring and ugly. Their eyes were closed, made a little movement, and didn’t make any noise. Nobody thought the dogs were cute, and nobody wanted them.
Happy feeling and emotions toward me is not always the best. I bought him for $400 dollars. When I first brought the puppy home, my family yelled at me for wasting my money. I was happy that I now had an animal companion to play with. He is still young and was still scared of his new surrounding. He cried every night, just like a newborn baby missing his mother. Now months have passed and he is still crying, I tried my best to make my dog feel comfortable and safe around me. I padded him on the butt when he uses the carpet as a restroom, as if he was outside in the backyard. He now fears me when he knows that he did wrong. When I see him, I yell out his name and say, "Time out for you." He will run along and hide behind the sofa.
Instead of hearing barks, he heard "come on and wake up you lazy bum it's time for school"
The puppy was two point nine pounds and the cutest, softest, smallest puppy I’ve ever seen. I named him Oreo because he was black on his back and had a white stomach and legs. Oreo isn’t your average lap dog. He has very high separation anxiety. We’ve tried multiple ways to help him including a dog trainer making a house call, private lessons with the trainer, a calming supplement, and even a prescription dose of Prozac. Whenever anyone leaves the house he starts crying and bites the person, trying to get them to stay. He is very insecure and when he sees often bullies our other dog when we give him attention. Oreo barks at every dog, even animals on the television. During rainstorms Oreo shakes uncontrollably and is terrified. If you startle him when he’s sleeping he will wake up scared and attack. He’s nipped at all of us in the house. One day when he was sleeping I got too close to him and he bit my lip. Another time when my mother was cuddling with him Oreo snapped and bit my mom’s cheek. On Monday morning he bit her face and she went to the emergency room and needed five stitches. We have to put him down next Wednesday, the day before