My Dog Essay

My dog Keds, died on Thursday, I haven’t been at school since then and that’s why, I got very sad when I heard that he died, I was outside A & P when it happened. The worst thing is, it wasn’t a car that hit him or anything it was some random kid that was pushing a shopping cart. At first me and my family thought he had a broken leg, but a bit later we found out that he was bleeding inside he`s body. Every time he opened his mouth blood came out like dull red words in a bad silent dream. I…

society and personality traits, despite the fact they may appear insignificant or inconspicuous, has significantly influenced how we think and act towards our surroundings. All the things I neglected to find in today's society, I saw when I looked at my dog, Boomer. Unlike most modern day individuals, Boomer was pleasant to everyone he met.…

In “ The Dog ate my disk, and other tales of woe”, Prof. Carolyn Foster humorously discusses the many types of excuses given to her by her college students for missing deadlines, Do you see Prof. Carolyn Foster as rigid and unsympathetic, or do you think her frustration is justified? Do you think that her students are irresponsible procrastinators or simply over-worked? The truth is, there is very little of students who wants to do their work. That being said, an abundance of students will…

outside my foggy window noticing the dark, rainy, and dreary weather. Somehow I already knew that it wasn’t going to be a good day. I had a slow start to my rainy morning, as did the rest of my family. Still in our pajamas, my family and I watched movies all morning. We were in the middle of watching The Help when the phone rang, we all looked around at each other to see which one of us would get up to answer the phone. Eventually, my father rises, leaving the living room to answer the phone. My…

Shadow (Rough Draft) Behind me, in front of me, besides me, and even under me. My dog Tucker is my very own shadow. From when I get home to when I go to bed he is my little brown and black shadow. Even when the sun isn’t shining, he sticks to my side like glue. My shadow follows me to the couch, the kitchen, and also my bed. I have to tell me shadow “NO” when he tries to follow me into the bathroom. Even tho having a real life shadow can get annoying, I wouldn’t trade his warming eyes and soft…

On March 20, 2015 my dad took my dog, Copper, a 15-year-old Basset Hound, to my veterinarian to be euthanized. Copper’s organs were shutting down and he couldn’t keep food or water down on his own. He had been at the vet for almost a week on fluids he was receiving through an IV. Copper hadn’t eaten for a couple of days as a result of him being on the IV, his breathing was loud and rapid as this was a sign that his organs were shutting down. The vet gave us a timeline that Copper wouldn’t live…

The death of my dog When I was nine, in grade four my dog had to be put down. Woody was part of the family for a long time. My parents bought him as a puppy while they still lived in Petrolia. Growing up, Woody was a very good dog. He was energetic, even tempered, would never hurt anyone, and was loved by all of us. We used to through Frisbees to him in the back yard and he was able to run and catch them. Sometimes he would come with us when my family went camping and he would always run into…

I walk in the door and put my home work on the washer, kick off my shoes and walk into the living room and turn on some good ol Youtube. I grab a some grub and go sit with my dog as I unwind from a day at school. I usually watch some video games, stuff about motorcycles or I watch skateboarding videos. Its nice being able to watch something relatable and familiar. Today I decide to watch some skate videos as they always throw a positive mood my way. When i'm done I turn off the tv and turn on…

In the essay “The Dog Ate My Disk, an Other Tales of Woe” Professor Carolyn Foster Segal explains that even after lengthy syllabus warnings and a humorous cartoon of a cat explaining to its teacher that a dog ate its homework, students still came up with multiple excuses for being tardy, absent or turning in assigned work late. She categorized the excuses into these five categories, the family, the best friend, the evils in dorm life, the evils in technology, and the totally bizarre. For…

I wrote down the most tragic thing to ever happen to me in my diary when I was only nine years old. I had been home alone with my ninety-year-old great grandmother, who I called Juju, for the night while my grandmother and aunt went to a business dinner. She told me she was going to bed so I decided to watch television in the living room on the other side of the house. As the night went on, I heard this weird, eerie, tapping noise and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I was scared…