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.
Used for military reasons. He loves being treated like a pet, not a war dog.
Or maybe ask a Vietnam vet who spent years tortured in a small, filthy cell unfit for a dog. Or a Korean War soldier who helped rescue half a nation from Communism, or a Desert Storm veteran who repulsed a bloody dictator from raping and pillaging an innocent country.
One time, in American History, a pitbull had done an extraordinary thing. “Stubby was the unofficial mascot for the 102nd Infantry Division. He once saved his entire platoon by warning them of a poison gas attack.” Who knows what would have happened without Stubby! Some people wouldn’t even be here today if Stubby had not warned the troop about the poison gas.
Historians who study World War 1 have argued about Stubby’s importance on many occasions. An argument that comes up frequently is this; Is Stubby is only regarded as famous in the world of military animals because he was the first American military dog? Although his actions were great, they were not incredibly unique, as European war dogs had been involved in battle too, and had been doing just as well as Stubby for a longer amount of time (Tamara). However, whether or not Stubby’s actions warrant fame and recognition is irrelevant. It is irrefutable that Stubby’s military performance during World War 1 was extraordinary, but he is so well known because he is credited as the dog that broke the mold, so to speak, and began the integration of American dogs into war. Dogs have been used in police and military affairs in Europe since the medieval times, but dogs only began to appear in the United States over the past 100 years or so (Thompson). Before World War 1, Americans viewed the use of animals in combat as inhumane and odd. Despite this, when the United States first joined the war, Britain and France provided the American army with European dogs to use for fighting. It was acceptable for Americans to use European dogs, but it was frowned upon to bring American dogs from across the Atlantic (Thompson). What changed in the United States that allowed dogs to be integrated into the service of the country over such a short period of time? The answer to this would be an article published by the New York Times in May of 1917. Stubby was written about in the New York Times, and almost immediately afterwards, the average American’s view of a dog’s role in warfare changed drastically (Zimmerman).
In part 1, I wrote the phrase “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog,” with my dominant(left) hand. My writing was small, neat, and concise with a slight slant to the left due to my left-handedness. In part 2, I wrote the same phrase but with my eyes closed. The writing was small and concise as before but the overall sentence itself was not straight due to my hand drifting from the page. This happened due to me being unable to see where to begin writing my letters. In part 3, I wrote the phrase again but this time with my non-dominant hand. Each letter was sloppy and inconsistent. The size of each letter was not the same. In part 4, I wrote the phrase with my non-dominant hand and with my eyes closed. The sentences were very sloppy and all over the place. The word sizes were not the same and the sentence began running into each other due to me not being able to see where I need to place the pencil to start a new word. Sometimes the letters would overlap as well.
Pit bulls were a symbol of American pride. Stubby the pit bull captured the nation's heart during the war. He was the mascot. He also saved his platoon
...e of their loyalty to their owners and how they did well with their job (Foster 54). During the World War I, pit bulls were asked to warn soldiers of gas attacks, found wounded men and even listened and warned soldiers of artillery rounds. Even in movies and advertisements, pit bulls were also famous in the campaigns of Levis, Buster Brown Shoes and even Wells Fargo. And even during the World War II. President Theodore Roosevelt kept a pit bull. During the World Trade Center incident of 9/11, pit bulls were asked to look for survivors.
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.
When I was 5 I got a puppy and his name is shadow Shadow is the best dog in the world. Shadow is a Cocker Spaniel mixed with Cavalier King charles I think Shadow is the cutest dog ever. On August 8th we got Shadow in Morehead Shadow was the only male dog he was also the smallest and the only black one the rest were females and they were brown. I named my dog Shadow Because he is black and tan. When it was night time Shadow would whine and cry all night because he was scared. When I got Shadow my family thought he was going to be smart,but Shadow runs away one time he ran away and jump on a lady who was scared of dogs i thought that was funny. When I take Shadow to a dog park all he does is walk around by himself and jump on people and on the
Many people go through experiences every day. Whether it’s first day of school, or visiting a new state or even meeting your new family member. My experiences that I went through was getting my first dog, getting hired for my first job and also obtaining my driver’s licenses.
"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??
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.
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.
1. It was cold and damp that late afternoon at my house. I went to the barn to saddle my horse and felt a chilly wind pick up.
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