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Description of an Object Essay: Poochie The most important “object” to me is actually a living thing, my dog Poochie. He is a very big part of my childhood because I got him when I was only six years old. He was only one year old at the time, and today he is like twelve or something like that. Poochie was an early Christmas present for my brother and I. My parents had a very special way of giving this dog to us during the holidays that I will get to later. But, anyways, we do not actually know when his real birthday is, so we always celebrate it on December 22nd, the day we got him as a gift. Poochie is a Dachshund, or also known as a “Wiener Dog”, which is a very popular breed in the Reusnow family. He has short brown hair, but he is fairly old now, so he even has some little gray hairs on his paws and chin! He has also put on a bit of …show more content…
So my mom and dad told us we could both open an early Christmas present, since we had been begging just about all week. So my mom handed my brother, Justin, one specific gift and my dad handed me the other one that was next to it. As Justin and I ripped the wrapping paper off and opened up the boxes, we were not too thrilled with the interesting gift we got. Justin opened up to a ball-shaped squeaky toy, and I opened up to this little sweater that obviously would not fit me. At this point we were extremely confused and were wondering if our parents were pranking us or what. We did not even know what to say but then next thing you know, my mom opened the door and here came a little weiner dog running into our house! Oh boy were we excited, now we know what these weird gifts were for, a dog of course!! I just remember he was running up and down all over the house and jumping on and off the couch. He was so excited, it made us all so happy. I will never forget that day as a
The day of 9/11 is definitely an event that I will never forget, even though it occ...
In class you asked us to think about what was in your box, I figured it would be like a fake spider or snake. I never thought it would be condoms. After knowing what was in your box it opened up a whole new discussion because no one would have ever expected there to be condoms in the box. After we learned what was in your box you went around the room and asked us about our first experience buying condoms. I was glad to learn that I was not the only girl that has never bought condoms.
Almost entirely free of dialogue, Looky-loo gives viewers the view from a killer’s own eyes as he stalks and plans multiple murders. The nameless killer, gains confidence with each successful murder, finding more violent and extreme ways to take out his victims. Yet, the more bravado he has, the closer he comes to being discovered by the authorities. Still from the film Looky-Loo. There is a voyeuristic, almost fetishistic, approach to Jason Zink’s Looky-loo, which creates abundant discomfort.
He just shook his head and told me he knew a toy when he saw one. In spite of my father's comments, I used my "bag full of toys" to give him, by his own admission, the most thorough examination of his life. When he asked me how everything appeared, I told him he looked like "a million bucks - in
My mind was boggled, I didn’t know why my parents insisted on taking me to such strange places. But this one was okay. When we walked in the door I spotted a bright mysterious little tree. I was four of course so I thought that this place was a dreamland. So while my parents were dragging me around this winter wonderland I spot this ornament on the same little tree and it had three little ducks on it and the bottom of those ducks were bells. So being me I took it off the tree and started to shake it around. Of course, it amused me so while my parents were shopping I was carrying around this bright yellow jingling ducky ornament. I may have liked this
She said, “Just open it.” I proceeded with caution not knowing if it was a prank or something unusual. I opened it up and there it was a baby's onesie. I was confused and asked, “If this was supposed to mean something?”
I remember it as clear as day. It had been a fairly normal week, and a routine average day. It was a Friday and I was driving home from school in my trusty Toyota Tercel. I was getting into the dreaded mental set of the game that I would be playing in that night. I had to play in the band at halftime and it was the first performance of the season. The whole ride to my house I thought about the game and hoped and prayed that we wouldn't make huge fools of ourselves. Before I knew it, I was already home. I remember thinking that it felt like the shortest drive ever, getting to beautiful Rolling Oaks. When I got home, little did I know, that there would be a huge surprise waiting for me that would change my life forever.
This is probably the reason there are a lot of stuffed dog toys on the market, from sporting themes to toys that look like other animals, to the bark-a-rita, which is a stuffed toy that looks like a topped off margarita glass, there are all sorts of fun stuffed toys for your pup. If you want to stick with a holiday theme, you will likely be able to find a lot of toys that are wearing Santa hats, holding candy canes, or even a snowman plush toy for your
My siblings and I were consigned to the fact that this year, we would not get a trampoline. On Christmas morning, my siblings and I woke up early and we eagerly waited in our rooms for our parents to come tell us that Santa Claus had come! We lined up in age order to come down the stairs into the family room. We were all ecstatic when we saw that not only did we get a trampoline, but there was one set up in the family room! The fourteen foot wide round trampoline sat four feet off the ground and took up the majority of the space in the family room.
There is only one object I could possibly choose for this Personal Essay: my YMCA Camp St. Croix coffee mug. This is not only because of my passion for coffee, but also because of my love of my second home: YMCA Camp St. Croix, located in Hudson, Wisconsin, just East of the Minnesota/Wisconsin border. For two weeks every summer since I was five years old, I have gone to camp and spent time with some amazing people; counselors, campers, and program staff alike. Camp has opened so many doors for me and has introduced me to a wide variety of activities, activities that I would never have tried had it not been for the supportive and energetic community I was placed in. Through camp, I have been able to sail in the Apostle Islands, sail across Lake
My puppy’s name is Charlie and he’s only 2 years old in dog years, he is half lab and half huskie they were gonna breed 2 labs together but the boy huskie got to the girl lab first. He doesn’t have different colored eyes but his eyes are still pretty. Charlie likes to jump up on my lap and put his paws on my shoulders and give me a hug.
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.
For many people, a description is a way of explaining something using words, that is to say, you can describe the feeling, a sound, a place or even an emotion. A descriptive essay also does exactly the same thing: they assist you to explain things in a manner that your targeted audience are able to see, sense or grasp whatever you are talking about. It makes the reader feel as if he was also in the scene. A descriptive essay also enables the essay reader to grasp the essay using descriptive language.
When I arrived at home I ran straight to my room and found the wrapping paper and ribbons inside a huge bag. Realizing I needed tape to complete the task , I went looking for the remnants of the scotch tape I had thrown into the depths of the enormous bag the night before when I had helped wrap my mothers gifts to the family. As soon as I found it I went to work on the job of wrapping the gift. The gift wrapping took a while and several attempts to wrap the object since it was so oddly shaped. When I had finished, the present resembled a clump of wrapping paper more so than an actual Christmas gift. I was very proud of myself since my father would never be able to guess the contents of the box now. I stashed the gift away under our tree and left it there for what seemed like ages, although it was in reality only a couple of days.
It was a week before Valentines Day in 1987. I was nine years old and