Narrative Essay Kloe was a beautiful, caramel colored dachshund that I hated loving. She was never the most energetic dog. If I took her to the park and tried to get her to play fetch, she would look me in the eye with the blankest expression. Then I would proceed to sadly pick up the ball up myself. Normally I could open the door for her and she could go out and do her business by herself, because she knew her boundaries and I knew she was never the type to interact with other dogs, but one day she took it too far and we had to make drastic changes. We had a neighbor that owned a quite friendly dog, and Kloe seemed to have developed an interest in this dog. One day when she was out, she was tempted to take that interest to a “whole different
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No one was nearly as excited as the first time, instead it just felt like a drag, and for some reason Kloe seemed to feel the same way. I would watch as the new born puppies struggled to find a breast to feed on and Kloe would lay down for them for about five minutes, and as soon as she got bored, she would get up and scratch on the front door to be let out. As the puppies got a little older Kloe grew more distant from them, and us.
Her demeanor as well as her behavior had changed drastically overnight. It was almost as if she became angry with us. She wanted nothing more than to go out and be left alone, but as soon as she came back in she would pee on the carpet, and it became a regular thing. Prior to that we were able to give away almost all of the puppies, so we didn’t have that many dogs to deal with, but the ones that remained were quickly influenced by Kloe’s …show more content…
I knew my mom was fed up with the constant mess, and I was afraid to find out what she was going to do. Eventually one day, she sat me down, her eyes laid low, and there was a frown on her face. I could tell she was not going to say anything I wanted to hear. She said “Rocio, I’ve decided that it would be best to take the dogs to the dog shelter, because they are out of control, and I’m tired of it. We’re taking them tomorrow” I was right, that was the last thing I wanted to hear and I felt like my heart dropped to my stomach. I know Kloe was never the easiest going dog, but I loved her and the thought of letting her go made me cringe so badly. I suggested giving her away to someone we knew, but my mom and I both knew she was too old to
No one was nearly as excited as the first time, instead it just felt like a drag, and for some reason Kloe seemed to feel the same way. I would watch as the new born puppies struggled to find a breast to feed on and Kloe would lay down for them for about five minutes, and as soon as she got bored, she would get up and scratch on the front door to be let out. As the puppies got a little older Kloe grew more distant from them, and us.
Her demeanor as well as her behavior had changed drastically overnight. It was almost as if she became angry with us. She wanted nothing more than to go out and be left alone, but as soon as she came back in she would pee on the carpet, and it became a regular thing. Prior to that we were able to give away almost all of the puppies, so we didn’t have that many dogs to deal with, but the ones that remained were quickly influenced by Kloe’s …show more content…
I knew my mom was fed up with the constant mess, and I was afraid to find out what she was going to do. Eventually one day, she sat me down, her eyes laid low, and there was a frown on her face. I could tell she was not going to say anything I wanted to hear. She said “Rocio, I’ve decided that it would be best to take the dogs to the dog shelter, because they are out of control, and I’m tired of it. We’re taking them tomorrow” I was right, that was the last thing I wanted to hear and I felt like my heart dropped to my stomach. I know Kloe was never the easiest going dog, but I loved her and the thought of letting her go made me cringe so badly. I suggested giving her away to someone we knew, but my mom and I both knew she was too old to