My Dog Essay

good days, and sometimes even bad days. Its normal. Its Life. One thing to help you get through lifeś good days and bad days, is having a dog. My dog Partos is loving and sweet, never growls, is respectful, never bites anyone, stands up for his family, and always listens. But, I still keep thinking about what would happen if my dog Partos died. How would my family react? The day is coming closer and closer, sadness is coming faster. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry! This day…

This was a crazy week. We had a lot of crazy clients, and demanding owners, but to me, the most important patient I saw was my own dog, Brennan. Brennan is my six-year-old Shetland Sheepdog, who I trained in agility, obedience, rally, and minor showmanship. She is pretty much my life, and my best friend. I love her very much, so when I found a firm lump on her tail that was never there before I scheduled an appointment with Doc as soon as I could. The lump felt to be about the size of a…

Getting My Dog! Puppies! Puppies! Puppies! What about them you may ask? You will soon find out. One day I was at a soccer tournament and my team played three games and we won two and lost the one in the morning on the huge grass plain and park filled with people. My family saw another family with his dog and asked where they got their dog they said a lady named Fern up on maple road. Then she gave us Fern’s number and we asked Fern when the next litter would be born she said Oct., we asked her…

was 14 I started to want a dog of my own. When I asked my mom if I could get a dog she told me no because I had bearded dragons to take care of. I wanted a dog long before I got bearded dragons but my mom told me a dog was to much work and to expensive for me. I was joined with some facebook groups that had pets for sale and I started looking just to see what breeds I might like. I told my mom that I was going to find a new home for my dragons because I really wanted a dog. On all of the…

For years me and my sister have pester our mother over wanting to own a dog. Each time we have gotten the same the excuse that we are too young and would not be able to take care of a dog. That we could barely take care of ourself much less a pet. Fast forward towards the end of my high school I finally convinced her to buy one. Two weeks before Christmas, on a stormy night we went the humane society and got my most special animal, my first dog a chow mix named Tiger. I still remember first…

Dogs are my favorite animal. In fact, I have two, Lola and Barry. They’re both Golden Retrievers, Barry (the boy) is bigger than Lola (the girl). They were both born in the same litter about an hour from where we live. Since they’ve grow up together, they get along well and are both well trained. About a week ago, Lola got out the front door while we were bringing in groceries to the house. She ran down the street and got away and we were unable to find her. We searched around the area till it…

When I found out my dog Woren died It was a nice sunny day, my dad had just dropped me off cus I had stayed the night at his house. My mom and step dad wher werking in the garden, and my little sister was playing in the mud. Before I left to go to my dad's house, my dog woren was not doing so good at all, so I whent to the garden to ask my dad how Woren was. When I got to the garden they were planting seeds, I asked my dad “how is Woren doing” all my dad sed was. “ you will see”. I was…

Man’s Best Friend They say a dog is a man’s best friend. I can agree with that given that I had a four legged, furry friend. My golden retriever, Copper, was my best friend. He was always there for me when I needed someone to rant to, he never judged me, and he would continue to love me even after shouting at him. No other dog could ever compare to Copper. He was one of the world’s greatest dogs in addition to being a best friend. Ten years ago, my parents decided to get my brother, Grant, and…

One day Tacha was in the back yard getting some fresh air. I recall attaching her to the chain and going back in the house. About 1 hour later, the neighbor was banging on my front door screaming, “Come get your dog, come get your dog, she’s chasing my dog around and ripping my screen door down.” I ran to the neighbors rescue to find that Tacha was no longer at the door. I went into the back yard and found Tacha calmly sitting in the same place I left her. I went to check her chain and sure…

knew that my dog was different. As Daisy, my golden retriever looks into my eyes pleadingly, I realise that she suffers so much. She has become so inactive and fragile. There is nothing that can be done in order to help her. My weary heart is shattered. My parents always try to knock the sense out of me, reasoning that I am only making Daisy suffer if I refuse to put her to sleep. However, I simply cannot imagine my life without Daisy. Daisy, the only friend I ever had who changed my life. I…