Personal Narrative: I Am A Dog

My heart was racing as rattling chains came closer and closer. The creature flew across my vision, right behind the wooden fence. What is happening? I thought to myself. It was as if a mad scientist’s monster had broken free and was going to break through the barrier between us any second. White daggers shone through the slits in the fence and were replaced by a dark mass the next second. Its sounds were unlike anything I’ve ever heard before; deep, explosive cries and long wails echoed across the open neighborhood. But in that moment, it felt like I was trapped, confined. A sign hung next to my head that read “BEWARE OF DOG”. I thought to myself, this is a dog? This ferocious beast was supposed to be the sweet, family-friendly, cuddling animal …show more content…
My mom was a dog groomer and shop owner at the time, and I ended up working for her as a dog bather because I couldn’t get a job anywhere else. First day on the job, I walked in and was greeted by loud barks in the back; some were tiny squeaks, some were deep howls. I grabbed the tiny dog that I was scheduled to groom and headed to the back. It was about as big as the two that my mom brought home that one day, and I was reluctant to wash it. When I finished, the dog turned out to actually be very cute to me. It was nothing like the two rowdy dogs that tore up the house, or the calm first dog I had; it was its own dog. I walked out from the back and was greeted by three more dogs on the grooming tables. One was lashing out and flipping everywhere while the groomer went to grab a muzzle; the second one was a little hyper but sweet nonetheless, trying to lick the groomer; the third was calm and collected, standing like a statue letting itself be groomed. All of these observations made me realize that I should give dogs a try rather than jump to conclusions about what they should be. In the end, I realized that all I needed was an open mind or else dogs wouldn’t be one of my favorite animals