I hear the loud, rough sound of the door opening, as I enter my soft, green house. Today at school had simply been horrific. My alarm hadn’t gone off this morning and everyone was in such a glorious mood when I arrived to the all too familiar building (note the sarcasm). Suddenly I hear the all too familiar jingle of the tags on my dog, buddy’s, collar. Setting down my black and white bag with a sigh, I trudge to the back of the house where he is. Letting him out of his metal prison, he totters over to my spot on the carpet, setting his furry little face on my lap. I glance at him and automatically his eyes light up and his tail starts swaying. He always does this. For some odd reason that dog has the ability to perk up my mood unlike any human possibly could. The way he acts when I’m upset is so remarkable for such little brain he has. I suppose with all that extra room he simply gained a bigger heart. Many other dog owners would agree with me, that dogs can often love more than humans. Buddy is a shih-tzu, a very popular dog breed that originates in China.
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He has mostly caramel and white fur, but oddly has grey hairs all over his ears, as if from old age. He has the absolute biggest brown eyes with tons of black around his face, and a deformed rib, which sticks out on his left side. Aside from appearance, this dog is simply the most sweetest, sassiest, and sarcastic being I have ever met. He also understands my feelings more than others. For example, when I’m upset, I am UPSET, and I might let it out a bit at Buddy when he gets in my way. When I holler or roar at him, he kind of looks down all ashamed, glares at me like he’s worried, and then trots away. While I’m calming down in the next 20 so minutes, I will abruptly hear the clacking of his black nails against the plastic on my stairs. He’ll enter all coy, but soon enough he’ll jump up by me and start sniffing me. The absolute best action he does is when my hand will be palm down and he puts his little black nose into it, lifting it up, so I’m forced the touch his fur. It doesn’t matter if I’m sad either, as he will do the exact same thing. Not only does he aid me when I’m furious or depressed, he also makes it so I’m not as paranoid at night. Ever since I was an infant, I have been scared of night, mainly because I was alone. My thoughts were that if someone or something ever entered our house, and it tried to kill us, I’d be upstairs, without anyone with me. The other fears included went from the black shadow creeping around my room, which happened to be my cat at the time, to my brain mistakenly spotting faces, bugs, or people in the dark, which still happens. It definitely doesn’t help when you have insomnia either. This all was consistently happening until a year ago, I decided to let Buddy start sleeping in my bed. Almost instantly I had been able to sleep exceptionally, besides the insomnia of course. As embarrassing it is, I often will either hold his soft, white paw or fluffy cotton tail, because the warmth that comes from his body comforts me. Besides
He has mostly caramel and white fur, but oddly has grey hairs all over his ears, as if from old age. He has the absolute biggest brown eyes with tons of black around his face, and a deformed rib, which sticks out on his left side. Aside from appearance, this dog is simply the most sweetest, sassiest, and sarcastic being I have ever met. He also understands my feelings more than others. For example, when I’m upset, I am UPSET, and I might let it out a bit at Buddy when he gets in my way. When I holler or roar at him, he kind of looks down all ashamed, glares at me like he’s worried, and then trots away. While I’m calming down in the next 20 so minutes, I will abruptly hear the clacking of his black nails against the plastic on my stairs. He’ll enter all coy, but soon enough he’ll jump up by me and start sniffing me. The absolute best action he does is when my hand will be palm down and he puts his little black nose into it, lifting it up, so I’m forced the touch his fur. It doesn’t matter if I’m sad either, as he will do the exact same thing. Not only does he aid me when I’m furious or depressed, he also makes it so I’m not as paranoid at night. Ever since I was an infant, I have been scared of night, mainly because I was alone. My thoughts were that if someone or something ever entered our house, and it tried to kill us, I’d be upstairs, without anyone with me. The other fears included went from the black shadow creeping around my room, which happened to be my cat at the time, to my brain mistakenly spotting faces, bugs, or people in the dark, which still happens. It definitely doesn’t help when you have insomnia either. This all was consistently happening until a year ago, I decided to let Buddy start sleeping in my bed. Almost instantly I had been able to sleep exceptionally, besides the insomnia of course. As embarrassing it is, I often will either hold his soft, white paw or fluffy cotton tail, because the warmth that comes from his body comforts me. Besides