Pitbull Descriptive Writing

Kayla Disselkoen
Mr. Foley
English 10 A
12 September 2014
Sonya the Pitbull "The average dog is a nicer person than the average person." This was said by Andy Rooney. Andy Rooney is a very, very wise man. He adopted a dog from an humane society once, just like I did. The animal shelter I got my dog from was called Humane Society Of West Michigan. The Humane Society Of West Michigan was very neat and orderly. It smelled like sanitizer and bleach mixed together. Past the main lobby there was a wide hallway you go through to get to the crowded room where they keep all the dogs. Inside this spacious room were kennels that had between 2 and 4 dogs in them. A couple of them only had 1 lonely dogs in them. This made me feel happy and sad being
in this place. it made me happy because it brought in otherwise foodless, shelterless, stray dogs into a clean, disinfected, warm place to stay but on the other hand it made me sad because it made me realize how many dogs don’t have homes. In one of the kennels there was a black pitbull with a little, white spot on her chest. Her name was Sonya. There was another place that held the homeless dogs.
It was outside. The outside runs were nice and simple but yet fun enough for a cute dog to be widley entertained by it. On the ground were rubbery woodchips and colorful rocks. In each corner was a light blue, plastic kiddie pool which water rippled in the afternoon breeze and a green mailbox by the entrance or the run. On the other side of the blue kiddie pool there was a fake, bright, firetruck red fire hydrant so the dogs had a cute place to do their lawful business on. When we took quiet, little Sonya out into the run she started sprinting. Boy! Could she run! She scurried around that run like crazy and when she finally was out of breath she trotted up to us and flopped down. Then she started barking like mad. She had the weirdest bark I’ve ever heard before. Now whenever she barks I know that its
her. One time I was walking Sonya the first week I got her there was an incident with a woman and her child.
No, she didn’t get bit or anything like that, but it did impact me in a strong way. It was a nice, clear, blue skyed day when I came upon her walking down the sandy road, which I live on. She was on the sidewalk and we were about to walk past each other when she halted and stopped to stare stony eyed at my loving Sonya. Swiftly she stooped her curly haired, barbie doll looking daughter with perfect ringlets gracefully falling down her pink polka-dotted dress. The woman then proceeded to cross the road onto the otherside of the gravely road in which there was no sidewalk to trot along on. This made me feel very angry because she judged my canine friend without even getting to know her but in that split second she made up her mind that all pitbulls are devils from
Hell. Every night Sonya’s soft interior makes me feel bad for her and she gets her way so that she can sleep in my warm, comfy, plush bed. With many blankets and pillows for her to frolic around on I can’t resist the urge to let her doze off into oblivion with me. We got her a plaid, tailored looking dog bed when we first got her so that she could drift off to sleep on that instead of the cold, hard floor. Do you think she wanted to sleep on it through the cold night? No way! Not when she could sleep with me! The place that we got her was a wonderful experience. You had to go through a lot of paperwork and tests and you had to wait a lot time for them to call you back to see if they have accepted your application but in the end it was worth it for such a spectacular dog to have. There were many kennels which glistened as the light brushed acrossed them which was a stunning sight to see, the whole place glimmered in like the morning sun. In each kennel there were many different dogs, big, small, cute and quirky, fat and ugly, all special in their own unique way. Besides, who doesn’t like a dog more than people anyway? Not me!