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 recall spending hours upon hours of my day sitting in the couch trying to figure out how to beat the next trainer, or the next pokemon. Coming from a country where all we had to do was go outside and play with our friends, my …show more content…
I’m sure my parents expected for me jubilant, I had wanted a dog my entire life after all. Even now, when I think back on it, I’m not really sure why I wasn’t all that excited. I’m not sure if I was just that depressed, or if it had something to do with the fact that I had already been let down so much when it came to pets, but I remember that at first, I couldn’t even be bothered to put the gameboy down. My brother, of course, was beside himself, and although Nina herself was a little timid at first, it didn’t take her long to get used to her new family and surroundings.It must have taken her a couple of days to knock down all my walls and win me over. I’m not sure exactly how or when it happened, but eventually, interacting and growing up with that little dog gave me the strength to pull myself out of the hole I was in, and make an effort to assimilate into this new culture that was giving me so much problems. I’m not sure if it was the fact that after Nina arrived in my life, I always felt like I had an unconditional friend waiting for me at home, or if it was just the fact that I would come home and actually play outside with my dog instead of shutting myself inside all day. Maybe it was just the unconditional love and companionship that dogs offer us. All I know is that only a couple of days after Nina arrived, I put down the gameboy and didn’t pick it up again until I was well on my way to becoming an athlete, which is the other big influence on my life. I don’t doubt that if I had never met Nina, I would be in much uglier, much darker place
Throughout the ages of time, man has called his own dog one of his dearest companions. Wilson Rawls unveils that the influence of a dog is capable of producing an effect on the behavior of others. Dogs will accept their owner without question “… I so desperately wanted to see them and hold them” (Rawls 27). Dogs will never disapprove others, be prejudice, racist, betray, criminal personalities, and maim each other. Dogs are very loyal and will protect their owner with everything they have. That is why a friendship with a dog is incomparable to anything else, disclosing to the reader the importance of such a friend. “I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: “You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over” (Rawls 235).
Pew. Pow. Pew. Pew. The sounds blasted from my Nintendo Gameboy. I was sitting alone in my room in the darkness. The small screen of the Gameboy seemed to light up the room as I played. I was playing none-other than my favorite game of all time, Pokemon. More specifically I was playing my very first Pokemon game, Pokemon Silver. Ever since I had gotten it for Christmas I had been playing it whenever I could find the time. My mother had to rip the Gameboy out of my hands just to get me to do anything else but as soon as I did as she requested I went right back to playing.
Kristin found out that Bea was from a laboratory and decided to give her a loving home. In the first years of Bea’s life she was mute, pathologically fearful, and terrorized from the trauma she experienced for the laboratories. She even shook when someone approached her, and rolled over and urinated every time a man was around. When Kristin would take Bea to the vet she would shake uncontrollably with fear. This just goes to show how the trauma from these animal laboratories effects the animals. Luckily, from the love and care from Kristin Bea transformed into a healthy dog without fear of her new owners or veterinarians. This story shows that these animals need love, attention, and care that they are clearly not getting at the laboratories. (Williams, and
I have never considered that a book about a dog could be so appealing and full of deep thoughts. But I changed my viewpoint after reading the autobiographical novel “Marley & Me” written by John Grogan which depicts an astonishing story about the neurotic and loyal, clumsy and loving dog named Marley. In fact, as the author mentioned in some interviews, he intended to write the “dog story”, but soon after he realized that it was impossible to do so without including the family life [2]. That is why the title “Marley & Me” encapsulates the main topic of the book such as the relationship between a human and a pet. To start with let me introduce main characters: John, Jenny, and Marley.
However by that time I had lost all interest with what she was saying. Everything had become soundless because had I already started unlatching the create. All my interest was on the puppy. At first he was a little scared and didn’t want to come out. I repeatedly tried to pull him out which only helped with scaring him even more. I forgot all about my bad day and was so happy to have a puppy. All I wanted to do was play with Tucker constantly. In our house for the rest of the day all you could hear was barking and laughing. I was only five at the time and didn’t know how to play with Tucker. I just ended up hugging the little him a lot. Tucker was as small as a large mango. He could literally sit in my mother’s
Pets often get lost, from wandering off, to running away. Once out of their safe zone animals can easily get lost. Some are even given up from families that can no longer care for them, to that just no longer wish to have a pet. Animals that are given up often have a hard time moving into new homes, some adjust quickly, “Fred had been given up by his previous family. During adopted him, set him up in a warm bed, smothered him with affection, and fed him well” (Bornstein, 2015, p 1). Animals have feelings too. Being given up can be hard, animals can have a hard time adjusting to a new home. Though they are not out roaming the streets for food and a safe place to sleep, the adjustment can take a toll on the animal. As they get scared of their new surrounding and start to miss the ones they loved they can develop depression or anxiety, so new families have to find ways to cope and help these animals. Many get stuck in shelters because people do not see them as fit for a family, only because of the stories told about certain breeds. To help these animals many shelters find ways to get them out in the community and show them they are not bad animals,“‘Community Pet Days’ that promote responsible ‘pit bull’ and pet ownership in low income, urban areas where dogs are traditionally seen to be a problem”(Barrett, 2011, p 4). Giving these animals a chance to go back to their homes has greatly made an upward
Not too long ago, Ms. Morris’s beloved dog, Hattie, had 5 puppies. Everyone in town thought the puppies were boring and ugly. Their eyes were closed, made a little movement, and didn’t make any noise. Nobody thought the dogs were cute, and nobody wanted them.
Roger Caras an Animal Welfare Advocate once said “Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.” Dogs are a man's best friend and they always have been and always will be. Losing a dog can suck and be heart breaking to many dog owners and if they don't find their dog then it really sucks. If you own a dog or just get a new dog it becomes part of you and part of your life. Dogs are an essential part of mankind. They are a man’s best friend, a loyal companion, and a fun and comforting play mate.
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
Being a teenager my mother explained having a pet was a great responsibility somehow I was frustrated she didn’t understand my passion and love for dogs! Nothing in the world would convince her to let us get one. She claimed I can have a turtle if I desperately wanted to have a pet. I couldn’t agree.
I have a love for cats. Ever since I was a teenager I always wished for a cat of my own. When I moved in a three story apartment in California, the Manager of the complex said that cats were allowed in the units. I mentioned to my Aunt at the time that I was searching in the newspapers under advertisements for cats wanted. One cool breezy evening, my Aunt called me and said that a friend of her's named Judy had a cat named Katie who did not get along with her other two cats. So I agreed to meet with Judy to see if I'd love to adopt Katie.
As the snow fell on the fire I had to think of something quick or I knew I would die here. The only option is to kill the dog. The dog was laying down and I picked up the knife and started second guessing myself. But I did it anyway the knife felt it was going down 1,000 miles per hour and I stabbed the dog in the throat. The dog lets out a big squeal I knew he was dead because it didn't make any more movements. I removed the knife from his throat and flipped him on his back. I then made a cut down the middle of his stomach I put my cold, numb hands in the bright red steamy guts. When I got the feeling back in my hands, I put some guts in my pockets so they can keep my hands warm for as long as they can and I started walking again. The warmness
I hid behind my dad like any five year old girl would do but in a heartbeat, I soon found out that they were the most loving dogs I had ever met. I loved them so much because I did not have a dog myself at that time because my parents thought it would be to much work to take care of a dog which me and my sisters did not agree with, and whenever we brought up the thought of getting a dog they would give us a stern don’t-even-start-because-the-answer-is-going-to-be-no look, and so seeing a dog at the shop made me want a dog so bad. but it also filled a part of my heart with a warm fuzzy feeling like my heart was wearing a fluffy coat and I knew that feeling would never go away. Being at the shop all the time got a little boring like I was reading the same book over and over again so me and my sister had learned how to have a very big imagination.
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.
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