Personal Narrative: My First Dog

I was fifteen when I obtained my first dog, my first major responsibility. She was a 3 week old female pit bull pup. I welcomed the dog as a gift, a gift from a dear friend, It was the raddest thing ever. I resolved to name her Louie, She had blue eyes that resembled the high noon Texas sky. Her fur was brown with a hint of amber, that resembled a wheat field. Unfortunately, I was dog less throughout my life, so you can imagine how ecstatic I was. At the time it was 2012, my older sister was about to give birth to her first child. Due to this circumstance, My parents had to leave me home alone for a span of days. Although I felt secluded, luckily I had my new puppy Louie. Louie way my companion throughout the three days I was left at home. My parents were informed about my new dog, and they also knew it didn't have any basic necessities. So they kindly rushed to the local supermarket and delivered food, etc. Also I was a beginner to this whole puppy thing, unfortunately I utterly had no clue how to nourish a dog. Throughout the afternoon I found myself talking to Louie as if it was one of my most faithful a friend. Thus Louie and I quickly became bound to each other. Although, at times I recited to myself “it’s just a puppy, no need to get frustrated” because I had a difficult time potty training her. Because, most of the floor in my house is …show more content…
He sprung out the cage and ran to the front door, as I let him out for his routine walk. Usually he takes around ten to twenty minutes to do his business. I lost my dog when I was 17 to being hit by a car she was in the yard with my dad and we live on a dead end street. We took her to the vet and they did what they could, when we came back in they told us: she was in shock, her whole left shoulder was gone, shattered, even an amputation wouldn't have resulted in her being able to live a pain-free life. I had to make the decision to put her