The day I tried to teach my sister how to walk a dog let’s just say the circus came to town and I’m not talking about the kind with clowns and wild animals. Don’t get me wrong, I love my little sister to death, but man alive was this not just one of the most hectic days of my life. If you’re wondering how learning how to walk a dog can be just as dramatic as a reality TV show; stay tuned. It all started on a blazing hot Arkansas day in mid July. This day in particular was my little sister’s birthday, we were celebrating at the lake with snow cones, jet ski's, and anything else you could imagine for a bright as a button 8 year old girl. The party was going all sound and smoothly until my grandparents pulled up and what happened next I would have never expected especially not from my own grandma and grandpa . When their car doors seemed to slowly open and I …show more content…
I honestly did not know how much more getting jerked around this dog could truly handle. Let’s just say there were two totally different mindsets trying to function together and it was not working out . About halfway down I had tried over a dozen dog walking tips to help out, but things were just steadily getting worse with each aggravated step and drag. But believe it or not, things were about to get even worse. Out of nowhere a squirrel plopped straight down from a tree above us to two feet right in front of me and if that dog didn’t just light up like a firecracker. The dog wildly strutted ahead, dragging my sister along with to go and chase that squirrel. This was the main moment right here either my sister was going to get dragged into that lake or she was going to finally learn how to walk that dog. I was more than surprised, then when 20 minutes later, my sister walked the dog back with no hesitation at all just a gentle follow ahead of
And do you remember the story that I started with about the little girl and Mom purchasing that cute little brown Cocker Spaniel? Well the Mom soon realized that the little puppy was too much to handle. So the Mom took the puppy to local animal shelter and gave up her rights. The puppy was sad, but was excited of the opportunity of a forever home. Unfortunately, days, weeks, months past and no other family came around. Soon the shelter was at its max and since the puppy had been there the longest; she had to endure the same fate as many animals in the animal shelter do. That of a perfectly healthy innocent puppy has to be
The short story, A Dog’s tale uses the first person narration view. The main protagonists uses the elements that are used in the first person perspective. Such as the protagonists of the story uses the words My,I am, and I in the story, A Dog’s Tale. 2.
One day, their father, brought home a black and white puppy.”Papi came home with a dog whose kind we had never seen before.A black and white-speckled electric current of energy(Young Girl 57).” Although, all the siblings are happy that they have a dog their mom says that the dog will be nothing but trouble. According to the father, the dog was given by the American Consul, Mister Victor, who is helping them get their visas to go to the U.S. Once they get their visas from mister victor they gather all their belongings so they can board a plane in the middle of the night to America. “Late one morning Mami gave my sisters and me the news.our visas had come.Mister Victor had arranged everything, and that very night we were going to the United States! Wasn’t that wonderful! She flashed us a bright smile, as if someone were taking her a picture(Young girl 61).” The Young girl begged her mother to take liberty,but her mom told her that the dog was not allowed through the plane and she can only bring one toy. Fearing that the men that scared her and liberty earlier will return and hurt the dog if he is left behind, the girl get him out of the yard and kicks him until he runs away. Leaving her and her family on their way to America with nothing else on the young girl's mind except,
So my mom and dad wanted another boxer so we got Maggie. Before we saved Maggie my dad, sister, and I all wanted a dog so my mom brought us to go get Maggie for our christmas gift (we were all excited). When we got back Maggie was very excited and she was jumping and licking me, but that night she ripped up everything. When we got up my mom and dad were very mad at her. Since it was only her first night my mom and dad were not that mad, but that day we went to the store and bought a cover for our couch so it would not happen again.
Pictures moving fast outside my window and the slow murmur of the motor. The pictures slowed and I make out the words “Mesquite Shelter”. One shelter after another, even though the names changed and the dogs were similar one thing was different, none of them were the one for us. Each shelter brought back memories of the one we lost. Her big eyes and huge paws kept finding a way into my thoughts. One dog after another each and every one reminding me of her. Tears held back as a small ranch comes into view. We met the family who owned the property and they had taken in a stray border collie and the dog had become pregnant. We were led to a two car garage where we came upon about eight to ten puppies, a border collie, and a silver station wagon.
However by that time I had lost all interest with what she was saying. Everything had become soundless because had I already started unlatching the create. All my interest was on the puppy. At first he was a little scared and didn’t want to come out. I repeatedly tried to pull him out which only helped with scaring him even more. I forgot all about my bad day and was so happy to have a puppy. All I wanted to do was play with Tucker constantly. In our house for the rest of the day all you could hear was barking and laughing. I was only five at the time and didn’t know how to play with Tucker. I just ended up hugging the little him a lot. Tucker was as small as a large mango. He could literally sit in my mother’s
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.
Josh criticized on time here at school. He told me that I was a no good white trash short cracker. It was when he first moved here he didn't know anyone so he did not know who the big dog was around these parts. I felt down about it at first but then “then i realized that I was better than him because he called me names and I hadn't said a word to him. I am proud about the way I handled it. He hasn't called me a no good white trash short cracker since then. This experience has not change the way I offer feedback to others i'm still the big dog in these parts.
It happened on May 5, 2015, my sophomore year of high school. My day happened as usual. I got up, I went to school, and I got off the bus. It was hot that day, my back burned and dampened with sweat, caused by the hot Texas sun. I came in and threw my neon orange backpack down exhausted by the short walk from the bus stop to my back door. After getting inside, I grabbed my dog's leash and hooked it to her collar to drag her outside and walk her. We slowly made our way back inside after she finished taking her time and doing her business. I walked inside and checked the time displayed below the television and walked to the kitchen to fill the black kettle
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.
As a kid, I fell in love with the idea of getting a puppy for Christmas. Wrapped in a small box with a bow on top sitting under the tree just like the movies and tv shows I had seen. I can remember making a Christmas list of all the things I wanted that year, and every year the same thing that I wanted had said “puppy” with it underlined so that my mother knew which was my favorite on the list. Every year no surprise, I didn’t find a dog. I never understood why I never received one. When the kids at school talked about the few dogs they had at home made me so jealous, but I hoped that one day it would be me to have my own best friend at home.
Fast Forward a little while and the dog is drafted to do what he was born to do-a military dog sniffing out bombs. Now he has a new master, but he is always working. Even in down time, every ones on edge. Being in war can really stress a dog out.
One day I went outside in my backyard to play,but my back yard is full of pikeys so I wore tennis shoes, a long sleeve shirt , and long pants. I went outside and climbed the tree that we call our Monkey Tree because my sister and I just really love that tree. We would climb on it all the time. My sister and I continued to climb the tree. When I was about to jump down, my dog got in the way. I the proceeded to throw a stick to distract him. Then, of course, right as I jumped down he came back. I fell on top of him, and I fell into the pickers. If it wasn't for me catching myself with my hands, my face would have been full of pickers.I got up crying, and my sister helped me to the door. Savanna opened the door with me still
When I was nine years old my grandparents adopted a two year puppy named, maximilian. We, of course, called him Max. When we went to the kennel to pick out a new dog Max didn 't seem like an option. He was a scrawny little puppy tucked in the corner of the shelter. Max was a boisterous springer spaniel mix, and when we first got him he was black and white. Overtime his white fur was masked by black spots, similar to age spots, which made him uniquely mine. Max was suppose to my grandfathers new hunting dog when he was newly adopted. However, at the very first gunshot Max bolted and my grandfather spent a three hours looking for Max in the woods. After the hunting incident my grandfather wrote Max off and, he became my dog.
Ever since I can remember I’ve wanted a dog. Never did I think that dogs would end up being by biggest fear. I was just a little kid around 6 years old when it happened. I was walking home from my friend’s house when I saw a stray dog, it was in the middle of the street blocking my way, I decided to walk past it, while I was walking it started growling at me, I hesitated but still kept trying to walk then suddenly it got up and started barking empathically towards me. I was terrified, my first initial reaction being a 6 year old kid was to scare it away, I was ignorant. I picked up a rock and threw it at the dog thinking it’ll get scared and run away. I was wrong. The dog had enough it made a whimpering noise then started barking even louder