I can remember a few years ago I was ecstatic about one simple yet amazing reason and that one reason was that my family and I were about to get a puppy . I was incredibly happy for that one simple reason and yet I felt like the excitement was overwhelming and it would eventually cause my head to inflate and fly away . Having a puppy was great he made the atmosphere around us feel nice and warm almost like a warm hug or a nice cup of hot chocolate . He was great and I can still remember the nice times we had but sadly liked most good things they only last for a small amount of time and there was no exception with / of / to us . It was a semi cloudy day but you could still feel the warmth of the sun it was a perfect blend of warmth and wind …show more content…
Then as i play around i hear my father's conversation " hey the dog we have just had puppies would you guys want one " I instantly told my dad "pleas , pleas , pleas " and my dad then says the single best answer i could have tough , my eyes filled with happiness and excitement as he says " yea sure the kids have been bugging us about getting a dog " . I was so happy for the next couple of days knowing that i was about to get a puppy if you were in my house you could hear me screaming at the top of my lungs " I'm getting a doggy , i'm getting a doggy " . Sadly i had to wait a few more days before we went to go to pick him up but it didn't make my excitement drop one percentage i was still ecstatic about getting a puppy . We went to my dad's brothers house to pick up the puppy and i held him snug against my chest the whole ride home …show more content…
He was great although he never really started to like my dad and older sister but he semi liked my younger sister . He loved to play to tug at war he would find anything he could get his mouth on and would bring it to me . So I would grab it but he would swiftly pull it back . So I would then have to pull back and it soon became our favorite game . He brought a sense of happiness wherever he went he soon became playful with anyone and would want to play anywhere at anytime . We had him for two great years but sadly it wasn't meant to last one day he got out of the house and he ran to the streets and a car ran him over . It was a hit and run and we had no idea it happened until i started to get worried because i could not find him . So we went looking for him until a lady called us saying that someone has run over our dog and that she tried to take him to the hospital but he died on the way . We were all filled with emotion and all one feeling sadness's . Mostly I and my mom because we loved him the most and were with him the most as well . It hit us pretty hard because we didn't expect anything to happen especially to only two years it was sad about all of us
So my mom and dad wanted another boxer so we got Maggie. Before we saved Maggie my dad, sister, and I all wanted a dog so my mom brought us to go get Maggie for our christmas gift (we were all excited). When we got back Maggie was very excited and she was jumping and licking me, but that night she ripped up everything. When we got up my mom and dad were very mad at her. Since it was only her first night my mom and dad were not that mad, but that day we went to the store and bought a cover for our couch so it would not happen again.
One of my best memories is when I adopted my dog Bingo. I adopted him from the Humane Society when he was very small. The Humane Society was helpful in the process, they helped me with all the instructions and paperwork. This experience of helping a little animal was great as the love I receive back from him is overwhelming. This feeling is something I would do again and would recommend anyone who is capable of doing it to try it. They become family and will teach you the feeling of trust. Bingo is one of my babies, he welcomes me every day with a big joy, he depends on me and the same way he gives me his love, I returned it back to him. He has a sister who he plays with and soon I will be looking forward to getting another sister for
On February 21, my mom’s friend Julie told my family that her dog Jayden had 8 puppies. Julie knew my dad liked Pit bulls and asked if we would be interested in looking at the puppies. So my parents thought about it for a week or so because the puppies were too young to take home at that moment.When the puppies were 8 weeks old my family had decided that we would love to have one of the puppies. There were 2 puppies that looked exactly the same. We chose one of the females and brought her home over Spring Break.
When I stepped out of the door on that Saturday morning the weather could not have been any better. The sun had only been in the sky for a few hours so the air was still cool. The mix of sunshine and a slight breeze hit my face at the same moment and it felt superb. The short walk across the driveway that I had to take to get in car felt like ages.
Death, not something most 4 year olds have to deal with. When I was 2 I got a sporting/hunting dog, a German Shorthaired Pointer, named Spike. Spike was a 2 year 4-month old dog. As both a young puppy and a young dog he had both cool tempered and playful. The death of my first dog is the first memory I have of loss.
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
He was trained to be an outside dog, He didn't like men with hats on, I loved that dog because he was my first dog. When I get sad all I had to do was just whistling to get his attention and he would come. He really liked to mess with the horses we have and my grandparents hated it so when I would get dropped off from the school bus I would ride my horse up to the house.
We got back adventuring and we found a dog. The dog didn’t have a collar or anything, he wasn’t dirty either. This dog we took him along with us and he loved that he had seen people. When we started to head back to the house, he came with and we fed him. That night while everyone was asleep, I looked to see if the dog was still here and he had left. I went back to bed and didn’t tell anyone that the dog was gone.
If a pet dies, it's best not to say something like "It's so sad that he's gone, but we'll get another dog soon." A preschooler -- who views his pets as part of the family -- might think, "If I die, will Mommy get a new boy?"
Did you have a childhood pet? Well, I did; I had two and I loved them with all my heart. But last year in mid-May, I had to put them down. My dogs have been a big part of my life since I was four years old. They taught me a lot about being responsible, caring for someone else, and, most importantly, were so much fun and loveable. It’s hard for me to understand how people can’t see that animals and their owners have a real bond between each other.
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.
Happy feeling and emotions toward me is not always the best. I bought him for $400 dollars. When I first brought the puppy home, my family yelled at me for wasting my money. I was happy that I now had an animal companion to play with. He is still young and was still scared of his new surrounding. He cried every night, just like a newborn baby missing his mother. Now months have passed and he is still crying, I tried my best to make my dog feel comfortable and safe around me. I padded him on the butt when he uses the carpet as a restroom, as if he was outside in the backyard. He now fears me when he knows that he did wrong. When I see him, I yell out his name and say, "Time out for you." He will run along and hide behind the sofa.
I knew he was gone the moment I awoke on Christmas morning. While other families somewhere laughed, smiled, and opened presents, I could only stare listlessly at my own presents, and those placed in the shopping bag in the corner, never to be opened. With the death of my beloved golden retriever, Kennedy, a part of me had also died. For Kennedy was no ordinary dog.
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.