I held her frail body in my hands, cuddling her to my chest. It only took one look into her glistening eyes and I instantly fell in love. She was the most beautiful puppy I had ever laid eyes on, with glossy dark brown fur with beige streaks, and those big brown puppy eyes that could draw you in and drown you. I decided to name her Bella, after my favorite Italian cuisine restaurant downtown. I carried her into the car, to bring her to her knew home. My mother was the first one to get out of the car, then my two younger brothers, then Bella and me. She shivered as the brisk breeze brushed past her coat. My stepfather was waiting for us by the front door, and as I came to the steps, he gave an spurious smile. Out of all 5 family members, he was the only one who wasn’t too fond of the idea of getting a dog.
We bit off more than we could chew. Within the first week of Bella’s arrival, we had gone through 15 wee wee pads, a bottle of lysol wipes, and two pairs of shoes. I had underestimated the amount of responsibility required for taking care of a dog. I had additionally underestimated how long until my stepfather would crack under pressure. At first it was a few grunts here and there every time he caught her behaving badly. Then he became irate and commenced scolding her, which only scared her and made her pee more. My mother quickly became upset with how him and Bella were getting along, or rather how they weren’t getting along. Whenever I saw him yell at her, all I could
At the start of the 1830s Native Americans vastly populated the areas of Georgia, Tennessee, Alabama, North Carolina and Florida.1 Although, because of Americans wanting the land for their own crop growing and Jackson idea of a perfect nation thousands of Indians were removed from the area they called home.3 Flashback to the year 1830, after being elected in the year 1828 President Andre Jackson made a commitment to remove all Indians in the east and south, and in the year 1830 congress passed the Indian Removal Act.4 The Indian nations of the Choctaws, Creeks, Chickasaws and Seminoles were forced to leave their lands, but none of these tribes were hit as hard as the Cherokee Nation.4 The Cherokee Nation refusing to give
Ancient Athenian and Spartan governmental systems were the pinnacle of ruling during its time. Although both city-states had extremely different styles of administration, it still nonetheless contributed a lot to modern society. The famous Athenian Democracy for example, lays at the foundation of numerous modern nations such as, The United States, Norway, and The Netherlands. While Spartan governing was centered on war, they incorporated various elements from monarchies, oligarchies, and democracies that exists today.
The poets use personification to create a message about nature in the poems "The Earth is a Living Thing," "Sleeping in the Forest," and "Gold" by making the forest seem to be living and breathing like a human. In "The Earth is a living Thing,'' feel her brushing it clean" this in referring to the universe 'brushing' the earths 'hair'. Usually, when a mom brushes its child's hair, it shows that the mother is favoring that child over its other children. This shows that the Earth is one special planet that is loved by the universe. One example of personification in "Sleeping in the Forest" is "I thought the earth remembered me.
I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.
Think about something that can’t be lived without. The first thought coming to mind may be food, water or shelter, but for others that unlivable material could be an object. It could be a phone, a favorite shirt, a toy or any other assortment of items. Now imagine how that item can influence a life and decide if it does produce a long term impact in people’s thoughts and actions. A narrow mirror hanging on a wall or a pair of shoes on one's feet may appear trivial, but any item can have a story behind it and generate a lifelong impact. Can an object actually shape who someone is? Any object can influence someone’s life, no matter what it may be. I’m confident this is true since at one year of age, I acquired an item that helped craft who I am today and without it, my attitude and values would be drastically different.
Dog owners are known for enjoying the company of their pooches and most dogs hate sitting at home by themselves when their family goes out. Although it may take work, teaching your dog to canoe with the family can be very rewarding. The first step is to get your dog used to the water. For some dogs this comes naturally and for some dogs this will never be considered fun. Some of this has to do with the breed and some of it has to do with how they were introduced to water. A good way to introduce a dog to water is to purchase a child size wading pool and let him play around it until he gets used to it. Then slowly teach him to get in and play in the water. When transitioning to the open water try to find a beach area so that they can play in the shallow end before learning to swim out farther. It isn 't necessary for your dog to love the water to canoe, but they must have a familiarity with it and an ability to make it to shore safely. The second step is to get your dog used to the canoe. Let them jump in it on the ground. Put their favorite toy in there and let them jump in to play with it. Reward them when they go in with a tasty treat. Maybe put them in there and give them a kong filled with peanut butter. This is much like training a dog to love their crate. To make your canoe dog friendly it is important to make them feel secure. One way to do this is to put a non-slip bath mat on the bottom of the canoe so that they have a more secure footing. There are many things
To many, a pet is much more than an animal that lives in the same house as them. A pet is more than a nuisance with fur that one has to feed and care for. For most, a pet is another family member. A pet is a constant companion that is there to play, cuddle, and bring one joy. One always remembers their first pet. They remember how their pet was always there to comfort them when their own world seemed to be falling apart. Sadly, one also remembers when their first pet died. How when they left you, they also left a gaping hole in your heart that remained hollow ever since.
My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We
I woke up to a sound of a dog barking. “ Woof, woof, woof “ The dog goes. This was the morning of June 28, 2011. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the backyard. There she is on my sister Kathy’s lap. She was very friendly at first, but things changes down the line. Her name is Gogo. She was a pekingese , Black face, long body , and the color of tan. Gogo lived a sad, mean, and cancer life. Not that my family didn’t treat her right or that was the problem. The past life before she entered our family was why she is the way she is.
Most of Wyatt’s prepper friends warned him that bringing a dog into the bunker would create a new set of problems to be dealt with, such as extra medical supplies, storing food, and creating space for her to run and relieve herself, but as Wyatt saw it, he didn’t have a wife or kids to stock supplies for so he had space to spare. He kept Sugar on a diet that consisted of dry kibble and a variety of homemade meals and treats which were made from ingredients he would already have in the bunker stores anyway. He also fitted the door to each compartment with a doggy door so that she could go between the “house” and the “yard” unassisted. Then, he divided the second unit into three parts. The mudroom entry led directly into a gym that had been
I watch as Lucy jumps from rock to rock with her feet bare. Memphis following closely behind her. Anyone would think he’s her dog by the way he acts all love sick around her. The dog is damn well smitten by her. Hell, I swear I nearly have to fight him for Lucy’s attention at night when we’re watching TV. As soon as she takes her seat on the couch after dinner he’s straight up next to her, resting his big head on her lap as her fingers automatically start patting him.
Meow...MEow...MEOW… My cat Squeaks screamed while giving birth to her kittens. It was scary and very cool to see Squeaks and her little bloody kittens all bundled up on the pile of clothes. Her children were named Max(oldest boy),Smokey(middle boy)diamond(only girl),and weasel(youngest boy).Weasel was black and dark gray with little patches of orange and very long as a new born, Max was white,black, and fat he look like the boy version of squeaks,Diamond was full on black and very hard to find unless she was eating with her brothers,and Smokey was very lazy, gray,white and skinny.They all had different personalities you wouldn’t know about if you didn’t pay attention.
Every Saturday morning when the trees are still tinged with blue, Coco and I would stroll down the road leading out of our house. We enter into the endless preserve of saguaro and dirt. Coco, for a fifteen-year-old Jack Russell, is a fun-sized, furry firecracker. She doesn’t say much, but the bounce in her step and sassy saunter is enough to put a smile on anyone’s face. Her collar jingles as she sprints in front of me with her signature lopsided grin and a crazy look in her eyes. She has been, and always will be, a mischievous puppy. One time she dug a hole under the gate and slipped out. My eyes bulged when I saw her swimming in circles in my neighbor’s recently cleaned pool. She looked like a drenched rat as she scurried back to the house. I expected a good yelling when my neighbor saw what she had done, but all he said was “Your dog is a hell of a good swimmer.”
I love dogs and I’ve always wanted a cute fuzzy one of my own. However, my mom refuses to let me get a dog unless she doesn’t have to life with it. Even though my mom thinks they’re cute, she still dislikes touching dogs and thinks that they cost too much money.
“I can’t believe it’s actually happening! I’ve been waiting on this moment for a long time now.” My seven year old self was very excited to learn that my family was purchasing a German Shepherd puppy. I love dogs, always have and always will, and I never had a puppy of my own before, much less raised one. So when my family and I packed into the car to make the long, tedious trip up to Savannah, I could barely contain my excitement.