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"Honey," my mom yelled to me one sunny afternoon, "Go out and feed Sugar." Sugar was our dog, a big, husky lap dog. I went to our kitchen, and got some food. Then I stepped outside, into the warm, fresh August air, looking for Sugar. I glanced to where I kept Sugar, and couldn't believe my eyes. Sugar was not there. I ran to the place where Sugar slept, I saw that the leash was elegantly coiled up. I knew that Sugar could not have run away. I thought that she must have chased a deer or another animal. Then a disturbing thought hit me, Sugar might have been abducted. As I tried to push that thought out of my mind, I thought that my mom could have put Sugar out in the garage. I went to the garage to check, but unfortunately Sugar wasn?t there. ?Mom,? I cried after a couple of seconds, ?Do you know where Sugar is?? ?Check the garage,? was all my mom replied. As soon as she said this, I knew that my beloved dog was gone. I had never been a dog lover. Matter of fact, I hated dogs, cats, and other animals. My Grandmother is a great animal lover, but she has a soft spot for dogs. One of her first dogs was an enormous, white, Sonoma named Coda. Coda enjoyed licking my face and then knocking me over. With Coda, my fear of animals started. For the next 11 years, I despised dogs. I refused to be near one. I cried, yelled, and trembled as if a monster was coming, anytime I thought a dog was near. It all changed with Sugar. 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.
The central idea of Sgt. Stubby Hero dog of WW1 is that a dog can be far more useful than just a mascot, he can be a loyal friend. I know this because in the text it said, “Stubby became ultra-sensitive to its odor and was able to run through the trenches, barking and biting soldiers awake before an attack.” This shows that Stubby helped warn the soldiers that they should get up and prepare for attack. Later in the text it says, “The dog could locate wounded Americans on the battlefield by listening for the specific sounds of English amid the fracas. He would stay and bark until the medics came ,...” This is a example of how he was loyal to the soldiers.
“squick”! “Bang”! I walk in trying to find out where i’m going. Fast. Before anyone notices me. My mom is a vet and i really want a dog so bad! “Lily” said my mom. “squick” my mom enters the room seeing me look at all of the dogs. “Mom can i please…..” “Do you really want a dog this bad”? My mom asks. “Yes and i will do anything… anything” i say in a soft way. “Fine but only if you take care of it and clean up after it”. “thank you.. mom.” I whisper as my mom leaves the room. “Now it’s time to pick out a dog”.
You can barely remember why you were upset. You expect Mommy to join in. Whenever you laugh, she smiles. Her smiles always prompt you to smile back. At first she does smile; she doesn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. But a small whimper, then a bark break the moment. She focuses on the small lump on the floor, picks it up, then holds it close to her face and examines it, her hands shaking. The creature blinks up at her with round eyes, unmistakably familiar eyes. She inhales quickly before setting the creature down. Garbled speech, incoherent and not really resembling any words you’ve ever heard spills from your mouth. You want to share your discovery with Mommy. She always makes you feel happy. You point to the toy, then wave your arms like the wings of a bird, though you’re sure you’ve never seen the dog with wings. You want the dog to become less frightening, and more appealing. You have another toy that you love. It is even more colorful; it has brown, red, orange, blue, and green. You want the dog to be more like that toy. That bird.
If I were to describe my life as a metaphor, I would say that it would be a dog that only knows the world within its bounds. Maybe a little like Courage the Cowardly Dog as well if I looked to the symbolic aspect of it. At home the world is normal and serene, yet the moment something passes through or you leave the house things can be skewed. The most normal of things might be seen as inhuman entities out to snatch your dearest ones away. That is the life of the unaware.
... dogs love you totally, and love to show it. The look a Lucy dog gives you could make anyone smile. The wet nose, the penetrating eyes, and the big erect ears melt even a frozen heart. Lucy dogs house eclectic traits, with many apparent problems (including medical problems, i.e. epilepsy and allergies, etc. and personality problems i.e. never stopping barking), but they are also sweethearts. Lucy dogs pick up the slack that Annies and Winnies have left behind when it comes to expected traits of man’s best friend. Lucy dogs are warm-hearted, loving creatures.
"Dad! Please, it's for Cromwell and mostly it's for me. This is what I need! Cromwell should be able to pursue his dreams of running as Izzy should do her soccer," Kevin winced, but continued "I'll take Cromwell out and I’ll train him! I'll save up money for lessons and everything, please!"
She must be at Lady’s house!”. Now, Lady is the neighbor dog and she lives about two blocks down the street... “And how do you think on getting there?” I think to myself. “Just walk! I can’t drive, so that’s the only way to get there!” I notice that talking to myself is wasting precious daylight. Now I’m walking down the ditch, scouring holes, tuffs of grass, and anything that resembles and dog. Finally, I reach the house where Shiloh is supposed to be at. To my surprise, I spot a little white tipped tail running around a tarp shed in the driveway. “Boy! Shiloh is a speedy little thing!” I say in my subconscious. I take off at full speed, trying to be as agile as possible, dodging mess and clutter around the yard. As I round the corner of the tarp shed, I turn behind me to see a ginormous German Shepherd chasing me like a fox chases a rabbit. With the little energy I have left, I push my little legs to the max in an attempt to escape this beast of a k-9. I fall just short of freedom. All I can do is lay there, hoping the ferocious dog is just coming over to my side to lick my cheek in a kind manner.I see something that is branded into my brain for the rest of my life; a big, furry, foaming at the mouth, vicious animal is jumping with its mouth wide open, right for my foot. I see its razor sharp fangs plunge into my foot, through my sock and leather shoe. “So this is how it ends!” I think as the dog tries to rip my foot off. As I scream bloody hell, my sight is in slow motion, back and forth, back and forth goes my limp leg in Lady’s mouth. The rest goes
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.
I wasn’t supposed to be born. My mother had three miscarriages before she had me. I was her last hope at having a son, the one thing that my father wanted more than anything. I am the only one left to carry on the Parker Family name. Yet I hardly made it to the age of 16 alive.
It all started with my very first cat, Butter. We drove for what seemed like hours, but when we finally arrived, there was not one, but two cats at the door! The female cat was named Butter, while the male cat was named Peanut. They would come running together if you called “Peanut Butter!”. I was able to choose which cat I wanted, and I picked out Butter because she was fluffy with brown and black patches covering her white fur. She grew up with me, I declared her to be one year younger then me, with the same birthday. Those would be the wise words of a three year old. Butter tolerated a lot from me, she let me put dress up clothes on her and wheel her around in my dolly stroller. A few years down the road, when I was around 5 years old, we got our dog name Bailey! Butter and Bailey loved to torment each other all the time. Bailey would drag Butter from one end of the house to the other by her tail! By the time I was 9, Butter passed away peacefully. Bailey seemed lost for years without his playmate, but around 6 years later, Bailey passed away too. They were my first pets, and
"UGH!" I shouted. So I went to my room and started complaining over not being able to get a dog.
I invested in a rescue Rottweiler. Harley was the sweetest, loving dog that I have ever owned. He was really scary looking, but never growled at anyone other than my x husband. Rottweilers are dogs that mirror their owner’s emotions. The only time I felt that scared was when my X was around. It was amazing. Suddenly I slept through the night. Harley chased my X back to his car on one occasion. That was the last time that he came to my house. I only got my Harley for a little over a year. He was an old dog that lived kind of a rough life. He passed away from bone cancer. I now have a five year old Rottie named Soder (the name means Keeper from
My parents and i bundled into the car as my dad drove across the freeway i had Rufus in my lap i stroked his belly and held his paw all the way to the vets. A tear drop falls across my face. Rufus paws his way to my face and licks it off and whimpers. I smile.
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
When I started hanging out with Anthony I met Pancake first (her nickname is Patty or Pattycake). I was really scared of her when I first saw her because she was a big dog and all the pets we have at home are small so I wasn’t used to her size. She didn’t bark at me she just wanted to jump on me and always smell me. After awhile I would pet her more and more and then I wouldn’t mind her being all up on me. When you first look at her she looks kind of silly because her bottom teeth just stick out. I don’t know what kind of dog she is but I love the way her fur looks. Junior didn’t come along till later, Anthony’s mom bought junior from a friend and he is a smoky grey Pitbull. They got junior before they moved houses so he was still a baby. Now he is 5 months. A week ago he got out of the gate and he was lost for about two days but then we found him thankfully. Junior likes napping with Anthony’s mom, he loves eating fruit loops and he loves Pattycake. I love his fur color and how he is so tiny right now. I know he is going to get a little bigger and right now he is going through a teething stage which is cute but it has the yard tore up. Both of these dog are wonderful and I love that they are so sweet and playful. Even though they are not my dogs I still cherish