It was the summer of 2012 and my family and I thought that there was something missing in our life’s. We gave it some thought and time when we came to a conclusion that we needed a dog. For me, it would be the first dog I would ever have, so we got a female dog named Alexis.
We found out real quick that she was not a “First time owner dog”. For starters, she jumped up and grabbed a whole pizza on the oven that my mom had been making. Then she pushed me down a flight of stairs when I was in the fourth grade. And finally, she jumped out of the second floor window, from my bedroom, into a tree, and ran down the street, all in about two minutes.
We brought her back the the Dumb Friends League and decided to stick to the whole “Dog idea” and seek
She fixed both of her hands so they were gripped on my window and she was trying to push it down and stick her face in it. She was mad but then said this: “Why are you trying to find this dog??” We replied to her and summed up what had happened, quickly. Her response was, “Why don’t you try to go find the owners?” We wanted to shake our heads and say to her, “What do you think we were doing?” but instead we let her talk. The last thing she said was, “Okay, girls, have a nice day and she walked away.” We were so shocked and confused at what just had happened. I sped off while I could get away. I didn’t want her to come back to the car and start something
I have a few entertaining stories of my own about my Husky, Khayman. First of all, he is the dog that everyone loves and no one wants to own. I can barely get anyone to watch him for more than ten minutes. It's not that Khayman is a mean animal--he isn't--he is just clever. Part of the reason everyone likes him is because of his looks, but mostly he's got a lot of personality. His bandit mask and two different colored eyes (blue and brown) get him attention, pats on the head, dog biscuits at the gas station, and royal treatment whenever anyone finds him on his escapades (which, mind you, have been many). His first escapades didn't take him far, mostly running down the street a few blocks after bum rushing the...
Her parents do not have enough money, so she fights to win their respect and make them believe that she has enough responsibility to take care of the puppy. The largest problem, however, is
Her family discussed with AD dangers of playing with dogs especially unfamiliar ones. AD state that she will not play with strange dogs again.
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.
...ing to get her to where she is now, that is a commitment most people don't really want to make, and I have a feeling if anyone less commited to helping her had ended up with her she would have gone to the Shelter, and there she would have been one of those dogs that never gets adopted out because they just gave up and laid down in a corner to die. You see pictures of them, and a lot of people think they can not be helped,but I know I had one of those dogs, and we did turn her around. We made her life better, and by doing so have made our lives so much richer. She taught us that in helping something so broken we could find a part of who we wanted to be, and we taught her that humans are good too, and can be trusted, and will return your love. I think it is a fair trade, so next time I get a dog, I will rescue a dog. That is a promise I made to her, and to myself.
My family and I adopted Georgia after my parents discovered she had been through a troubled past with terrible owners she was with us for ten years before she tragically passed. It was a warm summer night my parents knew she would not live much longer so we took her to the beach before the vet where she was relieved from her pain. I was overcome with despair when Georgia passed I could not imagine a life without her she would always comfort me and put a smile on everyone's face. My parents helped to move past her death by adopting another dog even though the new dog would never replace her it still helped to relieve the pain. I will always remember Georgia she was my first best friend I still celebrate her birthday
I remember being so excited when my parents told me and my siblings that we were getting a dog. I could not wait to have a dog
My dog always seems to find herself in some sort of trouble. So when I saw her sniffing in the direction of a baby bird, I knew exactly what was going to happen next. Let's just say, I hope that it had a good time out of its nest while it lasted. It was summertime, birds were chirping too loudly and the sun was beating down on everything that it could. For a little girl in second grade, it was the perfect time to go outside, maybe go to a friends house and play.
The first time I held her in my arms was magical. That little ball of golden fluff that I got to call my own puppy was like a ray of sunshine, and I could not wait to start our life together. We named her Scout, and she was the most precious and perfect dog in the world. From her soft, luminescent golden fur to her playful, loving personality, Scout was a perfect fit for our family and was deeply loved. However, about a year and a half later, on a night just like any other, Scout curled up and fell asleep on my bed with me.
...sually have normal 9-5 jobs, and the children are in school. She takes the dog off the leash, stashes it in her bag and leaves the dog there. She returns to the park, half hour later with their bagged food (presumably breakfast?), and acted as though she never left. I was shocked by this because many people seem to proclaim that taking care of a dog is like taking care of a baby, so I would have thought that people wouldn 't leave their dog behind. I would also understand and saw times when there were people at the dog run and someone comes and let the dog play with the others inside, and the owner would just slip out, but they would come back, usually within a five minute frame; not talk ten to half hour breaks. From here the only thing else I would complain about is that dogs leak more than humans, and they have too much fur. From here I talk to the dog 's owners.
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.
Belle was adopted during a couple day, community adoption event. Belle's owners had no choice but to return her a couple days later, unfortunately. Belle was a very shy dog, especially when her owners adopted her. All she would do was just tremble and sit. Belle began to show signs of tentative and social behavior, because she got scared over unusual sounds in her kennel. The whole treatment team tried to work with Belle. They were really impressed when she came right to them.