“It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough all of the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.” - Anonymous. Getting a dog comes with a lot of emotional responsibility. Not only is making sure the dog has food and water important, but once that dog comes home with you, it has already taken a spot in your heart. Throughout the years the dog will grow and grow learning to love you even more. Then, in the blink of an eye, the time comes and you have to say goodbye to your loving companion. It’s possible that you weren’t there when you first got your dog, I wasn’t there when my parents first got Murphy, but that doesn’t mean you love them any less and the pain of them leaving won’t just rip out your heart. …show more content…
The baby blue sky held a golden sun whose rays gave off the perfect amount of heat. It was a pretty nice day for the end of December. Who would’ve thought that day would be one I’d never forget? I was going through my day like every other 7th grader at JRG, when I was told my mom would pick me up at 2:15. Instantly, my brain filled with ideas as to why my mom would come get me early. Were we going up north? No, I was never told to pack -- they wouldn’t just spring that on me. Were we taking a trip to Milwaukee? No, again, they never told me to pack. Idea after idea flowed through my brain, but none of them made any sense. Finally, the clock hit 2:10 and I was released from class to get my stuff from my
"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??
It all started on a brisk fall day in late October. The day dawned sunny and crisp, with a light cool breeze. As I drove to Annelise’s house with the sun just above the horizon, the excitement of the adventure waiting before me raced through my veins. When I arrived at Annelise’s house, she was waiting on her door step, with her backpack at her side. She hastily grabbed her pack and dashed to the car.
I remember a time when a new dog saved my life. I was about eleven or twelve years old, and as an illegal immigrant I was having trouble finding friends, the fact that I was new at the elementary school I attended didn’t do much to help my popularity. I was starting to get obsessed with video games. The one guy that my brother and i hung out with happend to have an old gameboy he didn’t use, and he let me borrow it. It had quite a few games on it, but the one I fixated on was the Red version of the new pokemon game.
I woke up to the sound of my mom calling my name. ‘’Just five more minutes,’’ I said as I pulled the covers over my head. ‘’We’re going to Yosemite.’’ my mom said. My mom finally dragged me out of bed. I trudged into the bathroom and then brushed my teeth and got dressed. ‘’Well look who got up.’’ my grandma yelled. My sister ruffled my hair. ‘’Hey bro.’’ my sister said sitting down for breakfast. I went and joined her. “Do you want cereal or french toast?” asked my grandma. “I’ll have cereal please.” I said. We all ate breakfast and packed some backpacks with waters and got on the road by 8:30. My sister sang a song I didn’t recognize. “What song is that?” I asked. “Heart of gold” she replied. “Never heard of it” I said. We pulled up to the
I'm in a situation here at my house; the family got a dog. I made a blog post about this and my unhappiness about the whole ordeal. My dad's girlfriend wanted to get a dog way before I ever came along, so it's not an at the moment type of thing. I have expressed to her way before that
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 had thought about staying away, changing my mind several times. But I knew I couldn't. As I entered the hall, I jostled my way through the crowd of people talking in whispers. I approached the large, wooden coffin in front of me. The people around it saw me and quickly shuffled away.
Dogs are great! Not only do dogs make terrific pets, but for many owners, they are a friend, too. To be honest, we could go on and on about all the reasons why people should get a dog, however, you have likely already heard many of the reasons why bringing home a furry, four-legged companion is a good idea. But, even with all these wonderful reasons and benefits of getting a dog, are you ready for the responsibility and commitment needed to care for a new dog? Have you done an appropriate amount of research?
I hurried to go get dressed because we were finally going to look at a dog. We might be getting another dog and I was really excited. My family wanted another dog because we had to put our other dog down a couple of months ago and our other dog was very sad and lonely. However, my parents were still unsure about the idea but my siblings and I really wanted another dog. My siblings and I kept on begging and begging for another dog in our family.
The story A Dog’s Tale is about a dog describing its life. You can tell by the first sentence of the story; "My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am a Presbyterian." At the beginning of the story it tells about the dog's life as a puppy, and the separation from her mother. A Presbyterian named Aileen tells her life story from birth to adulthood. Her mother was a Collie, and her father was a St. Bernard.
I think we can admit that everyone has wanted or had a pet, but we never just sat down and thought about what having a dog really means. It’s not like a movie where everything is done for you, but having one is not really hard to take care and it’s not a walk in the park either. The things you have to do to take care of a dog are very simple but also are forgetful.
Walking, there is no end in sight: stranded on a narrow country road for all eternity. It is almost dark now. The clouds having moved in secretively. When did that happen? I am so far away from all that is familiar. The trees are groaning against the wind’s fury: when did the wind start blowing? Have I been walking for so long that time hysterically slipped away! The leaves are rustling about swirling through the air like discarded post-it notes smashing, slapping against the trees and blacktop, “splat-snap”. Where did the sun go? It gave the impression only an instant ago, or had it been longer; that it was going to be a still and peaceful sunny day; has panic from hunger and walking so long finally crept in? Waking up this morning, had I been warned of the impending day, the highs and lows that I would soon face, and the unexpected twist of fate that awaited me, I would have stayed in bed.
I remember this day distinctly. I pulled my hat over my eyes because the sun was shining extremely bright on this hot summer day. I looked over to my mom to tell her that the gas had run out of the lawnmower. She was trimming the extra leaves on the bushes. My mother loved taking care of the lawn. She couldn’t take the lawn looking neglectful. I loved that about my mom she didn’t care how old I was she only cared that I represent her and my dad and no one else. As I am walking to the garage of our brick townhouse to get the gas little did I know that this would be one of the momentous days of my life.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her humungous skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a