At the age of four the dog I was growing up with passed away. The dog was a fat and pudgey Beagle named Lil. Lil was my bestfriend. Although I was young when she passed, I still remember everything we did together. Lil and I would go on adventures through the backyard. I used to pretend I was a zookeeper and Lil and my stuffed animals were the animals in my Zoo. From the day Lil died and on, we didn’t ever get another animal. Prehaps we would get an ocassional fish or two, but never another dog. Lil made an impact on my life. Even though she was only in a portion of it, she made an impact. She turned me into the dog person i am today. She’s the reason I can’t continue on my way if i see a random dog in public without wanting to pet it. At the age of five we moved into a new house. I begged my Dad for a dog. I would cry and cry and cry. I told him time and time again that all I wanted for Christmas was a dog. All I wanted for my birthday was a dog. But we never got one. At the age of thirteen my mom left. My Dad, Brother, and I were all severly depressed. Once again, I begged for a dog. I knew we needed comfort of some kind …show more content…
I called my Dad and once again, begged for a dog. But this time-- he actually said yes. I had no idea what the puppies looked like or how old they were. All I knew is that one of them were going to be mine. We drove to the lady’s house and she brought out a small black dog. She handed me the puppy and he immediately started whining. The lady said he was eight weeks old and was a Chiauaua Terrier mix. Of course my dad was thrown off at the Chiauaua part. But nonetheless, we took him. I remember getting into the car with this small black ball of fur in my hands that was a few inches bigger than the palm of my hand. I wanted to name him Oliver after my favorite childhood movie. Ollie for
I met Rich at freshman orientation at Lynchburg College in August, 1975. My freshman orientation packet said that I was to meet with my group at my assigned table in the dining hall. After getting my dinner, I found the right table and sat down across from another freshman. There was no one else at the table. I think it was fate. After what seemed like a couple of minutes, a conversation started. We talked about our hometowns. He told me that his family lived in Manassas, but that most of his life was spent in Naples, Italy. As you all know, he was very proud of his Italian heritage. He was very proud of his life, family, and friendships in Italy. After awhile in this conversation, I asked him if knew anything about school sports. “I would like to run cross country,” I said. Well with that question, there was much to talk about. It did not take too long to realize that while I enjoyed running, for him, it was his passion.
Most importantly, she taught me to keep fighting. She taught me that there is always light at the end of the tunnel and it is worth every ounce of my being to battle my way through whatever personal demons I have to get to that light. She has helped me become the hardworking, confident, optimistic person I am today and no words are good enough to show her how grateful I
The day we met started from when I got home from school. I decided to go biking in my compound, since it was a peaceful, and breezy day. I hummed my favorite song, and stepped on the pedals to move the bike. Right that moment, I discovered just two houses away from mine, sat a puppy. From my distance, the ginger ale tinted fur was like a coat, gleaming in the warm sunlight, his chest was covered with white fur, on the tiny ends of each were the ginger ale dye. Moving closer, I could see that he was staring right at me, his eyes immense and the color of caramel, it made a great match with his pupils that were chocolate brown. He had white eyebrows, and on the rim of his eyes, it looked as if he was wearing thick eyeliner. His two ears were floppy, shaped like upside down triangles, and his tongue was hanging out from the edge of his mouth, it was rose pink. He was absolutely adorable. I leaned my bike against a tree trunk and walked a little bit closer. It seemed like he was a mixed breed of a golden retriever and some other dog. As I examined him, I realized that he didn’t have a collar. He must be a wild dog that sneaked into the compound. However, I observed that he was spotless, healthy looking, and only a size of a shoe box. I kept a distance, even though I wanted to pet him. Unexpectedly, the puppy scurried over to me...
The last time I saw my friend Kevin, was at his wedding in 1997. He was always a late bloomer, (Kevin had been the last of my friends to date), and we were all delighted to see him married for the first time at 44. After years of delay and false starts, his marriage to Diana gave us all the sense that he was finally on his way.
It was my neighbors saying that they had found my dog. I ran around the block and found their house and there was my dog sitting in their front lawn. They said that my dog was having a really good time with their dogs. I talked with them for like 2 minutes and then left with my dog Chico. I put my dog inside and said i’m not going to lose you again. So after all of this I learned from my mistakes of losing my dog. I learned that I should watch my dog a little bit better and not be careless about my dog. Also I learned that I should probably watch where my dog goes and be less careless about
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 in the second grade, we had a rabbit as a classroom pet. Fudge was a small, brown, lop-eared rabbit. He was my best friend in the school. He would never judge me by what I did, wore or said, and he loved me without condition. I was extremely sad when summertime came around that year because I was going to lose my friend. So, with a lot of begging and promises, I talked my parents into letting me get a rabbit of my own. I worked hard doing extra chores around the house to earn money to buy my rabbit. When the big day came, almost a year later, I was elated. My mom took me to go and visit a local rabbit breeder to see what animals she had for sale.
I had a special dog-named Marley; he was only 10 years old when he died. When Marley was a puppy I thought he was the cutest thing I have ever seen. I asked my mom if we could get the Border collie and she said no but I begged her and she said yes. When she said that we could get the dog she asked me what I wanted to name him, and I said I wanted to name him Marley. When we took him home I thought taking care of an animal would be easy but really when we went home and we went inside, he was everywhere around the house. When I sleep in my bed, he would come in my room to snoop around. At night while everyone is sleeping, Marley would snoop around the house and he would start knocking down stuff like decorations, lamps, and pictures sitting on the desk. After we would wake up we would find like all sorts of toys and dog food and shoes and clothing everywhere.
Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt, who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly knew he was the dog for me. I named him Charlie, and from that point on our master/dog relationship began. At the time I lived in a small two bedroom house with a fenced yard near Wanamaker Road.
During the summer of 5th grade, my mom and I went to visit her friend in Iowa for a couple of weeks. While there, I played endlessly with their Australian Cattle dog, Lexie. I walked her (more like she dragged me) and played with her in their big backyard every day. I knew that since my mom was allergic, we would never own our own dog, so I treasured these moments as much as I could. Because of my love for animals, we decided that it would be
She could explain anything to me and I would understand straight away. She helped a lot for my education and always was there to help. My parents knew that she could teach me and show how hard it is these days and how hard I should work. That is why they always made sure I saw her enough but it never was for me.
Just the ways she stays positive and how she’s always wearing a smile, inspires me so much and she is someone I can truly look up to. I can’t say that because my grandma is this way I am, but I would really like to be like her when i grow up. In some ways though, she’s changed me. She changes the subject if it is negative and helps me figure out positive ways to live. She always lifts me up, and never brings me down.
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.
Running off the field, I swoop up my girl, Daisy Windsor, who was cheering for me on the sidelines. We had just won our last football game of the season against the Mare Island Marines. I started thinking what my life would've been like if I continued on with the military field after I graduated. I could've been one of those marines on the field. I shake the thought and focus on the beautiful girl in front of me in her cute little uniform. "Congrats Mr. Exeter," She smirked. I grabbed her hand and kissed the ring on her finger. "Thank you Mrs. soon-to-be Exeter." I met Daisy soon after I started college. We ran into each other, literally, on the way to class on the first day. She dropped all her books on the floor and immediately dropped down to scoop them all 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