When I was very young my dad rented out a shop from a good friend of his, and over the summer he would take us there and we would help him work by sweeping the floor. For a five year old me that was a lot of work and so my sister and I would mostly play around while my dad worked. It was so much fun being there playing pretend and using our imaginations to create anything we wanted in our minds. Plus, it was easy to play pretend because there was a big ship playground that we would climb up and down the ladders while jumping from swing to swing trying not to touch the ground and laughing hysterically along the way. I loved being there because there was always something to do. But the very first time I came there, there were some minor problems …show more content…
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. An imagination that could recreate space. An imagination that could run to the bottom of the …show more content…
After that I always brought fruit loops for them and a bit more extra for me and we were all happy until one day I came to see that one of the dogs was missing, and I find out he died from old age it felt like a ton of bricks had collapsed on me. If only I had came there sooner to say good bye. If only I had spent more time with him. If only time could rewind so I could see him again. If only. That day I was very upset because one of my best friends had just died. I walked away with the I’m-trying-not-to-cry-look-on-my face. After that the shop did not feel the same any more it felt empty and grey like it needed something to make it complete and colorful again. Soon after, the other dog died and I started to come less and less. The thing is we almost bought the house from my dad’s friend, but some complications came up and we ended up not buying it and bought a different house. Even though I miss some of my best friends when I was young they taught me that I love animals and that I always have and always will, and that they will always be with me in my heart, and whenever I see a dog I will make sure that I am not
Lastly, are the playgrounds or fun houses that companies have in their stores. For me the McDonald’s playground was a huge part of my younger life. I remember having my birthday party there just because of the playground. It had everything that at the time a kid loved. It had a slide and a ball pit. They thing that made it very fun was having all my friends and family there playing with me and having a blast. The food we honestly didn’t eat. Now looking back at it, it was a waste of time and money. I would never make that mistake ever again, but at the time the playground was a kid
was on my golden birthday. I was turning 5 and I had never been to
What makes us who we are? To answer that question we must establish what we are. We are the most advanced generation of human being the world has ever seen. We as a people come up with new innovations and inventions every day that make life easier. It’s fairly easy to get caught up in what we are as a society and just think that who we are as well but, this isn 't the case. Who we are is also known as our personal identity and there are many aspects of this identity, so many in fact that focusing on only a few comprehensive aspects and going into depth on these aspects will provide a coherent view of what goes into making us who we are.
It all started on a blazing hot Arkansas day in mid July. This day in particular was my little sister’s birthday, we were celebrating at the lake with snow cones, jet ski's, and anything else you could imagine for a bright as a button 8 year old girl. The party was going all sound and smoothly until my grandparents pulled up and what happened next I would have never expected especially not from my own grandma and grandpa . When their car doors seemed to slowly open and I heard a high pitched yelp as though it came straight out of a miniature dogs mouth, I automatically knew what was going to hop out beside my grandparents, a teacup puppy. Believe it or not I was of course right, my family, specifically my little sister had gained a new dog ,and wanna know whose job it was to teach her how to
Dog’s have been man’s best friend for thousands of years and will continue to be alongside mankind until one of the species ceases to exist. Dogs have been alongside man since they were first domesticated from wolves 15,000 years ago (Allan, 2010). This domestication has led to dogs being intertwined with everyday life for many humans. People use dogs as workers, companions, and guardians. To some people dogs are just as much a part of the family as the children. Some people even choose to have dogs instead of children. This may be for various reasons, such as cost, time availability, or just preference. Without dogs, many people’s lives would be significantly worse because pets have an impact in their owner’s life, whether this is positive or negative. Dogs can be friends and family, or dogs can be a leader to the blind. They can be used to brighten a sick child’s day, or...
Most of us own some kind of pet, but about 70% of Americans own a cat or dog. Dogs are used in our everyday lives to protect and help others. Cats on the other hand are less active then a dog. Dogs are a lot more entertaining than cats and will keep you company. With any pet comes with reasonability it just depends how much work you are actually willing to do. Although cats are good pets, dogs are often known as a “mans best friend” and make flawless pets.
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.
“To never know the love of a dog is to miss the best thing life has to give.” –Anonymous I find warmth and comfort in animals, particularly dogs. In July 2011, my family decided to adopt another dog into our family. Our other dog, Bella, was lonely and needed a companion. We discovered a place in Battle Creek that had puppies available for adoption. Throughout the drive there, I was not nervous or anxious as one may expect. I was thrilled and could not wait for what was to come. We never had a puppy in our family before, only dogs of nine months or older. I discerned it would be a challenge and it would take hard work to train him or her.
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.
It was hours before my dog had to be put down. I was just coming home from school. I saw two cars and I ran in the house and saw a vet a, my mom and my dog . I asked what was going on and they said she has to be put down, but you can play with her for some hours then she has to be put down. I was upset, so I ran to my dog and lay with her and then my mom picked me up and said it is time for her to be put down.
As I waited outside my mother’s home on a chilly afternoon, I had seen a dog barking at an innocent white cat. Of course my mom lived in a neighborhood that was polluted with animals. Maybe, it was because she grew up on a farm with about five dogs so for her to see animals was a normal thing. Somehow, she was gifted to love and nurture. The vibe she gave was natural and impossible to miss.
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.
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
My favorite place as a child was County Park Lake. When we had family picnics because we all got together and there was great food and kids playing and the adults playing horse-shoes and could tell there was love for one another. There was no other place like this when I was a child. Some of my fondest memories was at that picnic site we should all have memories likes those.