Narrative Essay On Dog House

Looking at the greenhouse from afar, I could see a police officer on the inside sealing an envelope with some cash. I knew exactly what he's doing, and it took every inch of me cannot pounce out of my dog house and stop the exchange. But with my morale low, from the rest of my puppies being sold, and my body aching, I slowly walked over and peered through the window. I watched as the dark haired police officer placed Bean, who’s name I got from the jellybean shaped spot that consumed her back, into his car and speed off. I knew Officer Johnson, I had seen him with his daughter frequently around the neighborhood. He seemed nice enough, but that did not assist in carrying my burdens. The walk back to my kennel felt longer than usual, allowing me to reminisce only the short time that I had with my babies. I had trouble sleeping that night, I missed the warm body that pushed close to mine. However, this time I woke up with a vengeance unfamiliar to my character. In my heart, I knew my next action. I began walking in the direction Officer Johnson had left, my paws wet from the early morning dew. It was not long until I saw the police car parked in the driveway of a small brick house. I paused, I had no plan nor any idea the actions would …show more content…
However, when I approached Officer Johnson and Laura’s house it was different. A for-sale sign with the word “SOLD” in big red letters was in the yard. As I peaked in the house I noticed it was empty, my body filled with emotions. Still unsure of how I felt, I began the journey back home. My first reaction was to be devastated. Yet, I felt a sense of calmness knowing that the Johnson family would take great care of my beloved Bean. I often look back on the Friday at Officer Johnson’s house. Remembering the love and sweet smell that pervaded the room. From that day forward, I could not help but pour marshmallow fluff onto my pancakes every time I ate