Descriptive Essay About Pets

I of course suggested that we should get a hamster just like Gabby got Willow. My dad just said that he would consider it, however the days turned into weeks and the weeks to months, but still no answer. After bringing it back up, he finally broke down and agreed that I could get a hamster. I was so overjoyed that I broke into my happy dance. Yes, it did look really atrocious, but at the time, I didn’t care.

Anyways, the first month and a half went smoothly. The boys were great kids with a love for pokemon and hockey; I didn't know much about pokemon, but I knew a lot about hockey, thanks to my three older brothers who I lived with at the time. The

On Wednesday, June 18, 2003, I had finalized the decision to put my incapacitated dog to rest. It became a reality. I clearly remember the warm, breezy day that occurred two weeks ago. As I sat in the freshly cutgrass of my front yard, I paid no attention to the sounds of the birds that were singing or the leaves that were dancing on the trees. All that was on my mind was the details of the last 13 years and remembering the times we shared together. As I kept trying to convince myself that he would not have to suffer another day from his ailments, I kept thinking of the first day that he came into my life. I was 15 years old when I got Valen. It was Valentine's Day in 1990. Earlier that week my mother was near Port Jervis, New York on a business trip. She had some free time before she had to come home to Pennsylvania so she decided to stop at the local SPCA. Her intentions were to simply look at the animals and then leave. She made her way to the area that housed the dogs. There she found a shy, but friendly, golden retriever. He was a bit apprehensive at first, almost as if he was neglected and abused, but it didn't take much of my mom's gentle touch and her soft, subtle voice before this dog realized she was his savior. She decided that she would like to adopt this dog however, the policy was strict, and there was a seven-day waiting period before you could adopt an animal.

Human beings house the largest and most complex, relative brain, compared to any other species in existence, spanning the last 4.5 billion years of earth's history. Humans are also one of the most imposing and impressive super-predators, the world has ever known.

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.

It all started out on May 23, 2003. My mom was walking around the city trying to go into labor, she was on her way to pay the electric bill when her water finally broke. I was 2 weeks late when I finally decided to come into the world. My mom called my dad and told him what was going on. My dad raced to pick up my mom and he drove like a maniac to the hospital. here my mom got her epidural and my dad passes out when he saw blood. When my mom had me, I weighed 6 pounds 4 Oz and I was 18 inches long.

After a long, stressful day at school with a lot of homework to do, I go lay on the couch and rest my eyes for a bit, but only to open my eyes to see the cutest dog in the world jump right next to me. I start to smile as my dog gets closer to my face, about to lick my face to smithereens.

I was sitting at my desk at 8:00 p.m. on a Sunday night trying to think of something I’m passionate about. I turned to my cat, who at the time was sitting on the floor next to me, and gave him a quick scratch on the head. After he thanked for the scratch by sticking his tail straight up in the air I thought, “Well here is my passion right here.” There is nothing more precious to me than my cat.

This is the story of how three quarter-sized creatures inspired me to fulfill my life’s dream. My dream is to own an animal sanctuary for endangered reptiles. The turtles I raised as a child helped realize this dream.

Not a lot of people like animals, that is why not everyone has a pet. Some people try to have pets but they somehow fail once they realize they’re not really fit to own one. Most people think that pets are like having children, the only different is that pets don’t need guidance or are not as expensive to raise since they don’t go to school. What most people don’t understand is that these animals need you as much as you need them, just because you’re human, doesn’t mean that you are better than them. It is a fact that you may have more power in terms of speaking or doing other things, but deep inside, animals are just like us. They could feel, especially if their human is sad, happy, excited, in pain, and more. That is why according to a 2001

It is said that a dog is a man’s best friend. Though this epigram appears have been written by a chauvinist, I still live my life by it. I am an animal lover, and it shows. At that time my family had already rescued and taken care of a total of seven animals. So, when my mother called me saying we would have to take in another animal I was both elated and concerned.

I call her the beast. A little, stubby-legged Pit Bull, that devours toys and household items alike. When she runs, she stumbles over her short legs in her excitement. She has a stomach of steel. Items she’s consumed include a whole chicken carcass, glass, protein powder, and a George-Foreman grill. On the other hand, she has to eat special kibble or she will throw up. If not given enough, meaning all, of my attention, she will crawl closer until she’s entirely on my lap, head pushed into my face. She drinks at least five gallons of water a day, consequently, she pees about five times a day. Her toys are chewed until they are indistinguishable, parts strewn across the carpet floor like a massacre. She has also marked the floors with her urine, puke, and waste. She's a beast, a devil dog, a bringer of mass destruction. I wouldn't have her any other way.

Growing up in the suburbs had its perks, but for the most part it was an individualistic environment. For me, my small neighborhood wasn’t anything like the ones that you see on TV. No friendly next-door neighbors brought us casserole for moving in, there were no children in my age group for miles, and for the most part the only people to keep me company were my siblings. My parents were never ridiculously strict, but they had one rule that they would never change their minds about; no dogs. Growing up there was nothing I wanted more than a dog. Dogs are the perfect childhood companion, they’re only tired when you are, they love to play outside, and because they can’t speak they make the perfect companion to listen to all of your problems. My parents both had three dogs each while they were growing up, and they stuck to their rule because they knew how much effort it took to take care of one. Upset over the fact that I would never know what it would be like to own a dog, I went back to my old boring routine; until one day, he appeared.

Dean Koontz once said, “ Once you have a wonderful dog, a life without one is diminished.” Seven years old me did not know what was going to transpire after I received a text from my mom saying to “ COME HOME NOW ”. Racing home on my bike, various ideas were running through my neurotic mind. I couldn’t help but think that I was in some sort of trouble or maybe the cats had gotten outside again. About five minutes later, I reached my house. I sprinted inside and burst in through the door, and then suddenly became quite discombobulated. My mom stood there with no expression on her face with a finger pointing towards the living room. Soon it became very clear that there was a puppy sleeping on the floor next to the couch and I immediately thought he was so cute and was stoked to be fostering another dog until my mom said, “ He’s ours!” We were going to keep him! My very first official dog, my older sister and I’s heads were going to explode we were so excited. About 5 years had passed when my mom had told my sister and the truth about Colby. He was neglected as a puppy and lost his parents, and all but one sister survived. Colby was suffering from malnourishment at the age of three months until the people at our local shelter found him and fixed him up. All of us were commiserating with each other on how heart-wrenching Colby’s situation was before he got to us. Other than Colby, my family has fostered a multitude of animals in the past and it has helped us help the animals

“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.