Timothy is engaged and is a professor in San Antonio, Texas. Timothy is an avid runner “[who doesn’t run for health, but runs] to stay thin and [recently] to blow off steam” (Braun) due to the stresses of everyday life, such as the stress from work and the relationship with his fiancée. While out on a run one day, Timothy had stopped at an animal shelter to grab a drink of water from the fountain to cool down. Upon entering the shelter, he had encountered a “half husky and half Australian shepherd” (Braun) who had “one blue eye and one brown eye” (Braun). Timothy had no intention of adopting a dog that day. In fact, he didn’t adopt a dog that day. Timothy “thought about how much damage [a dog] could cause [in his] life (Braun). “The dog was nice, but having a dog would be like having a child” (Braun). For one reason or another, Timothy decided to take on the responsibility of adopting and caring for Dusty. The choice to adopt Dusty shows a nurturing characteristic of Timothy. Not only did Timothy decide to put his convenience aside, he took on an obligation showing a mature and responsible…
This paper centers on the reasons why the US fail to win the Vietnam war.…
The next morning Chico was a sad sight to be seen. He tried to bark and me but eventually stopped. You would think I would enjoy the silence, but I didn't. Sure, he had been corrected: but at what price? Before I moved in, he was a happy, carefree dog and now becuase of my awkwardness has got his balls chopped off, which caused an unsufferable itch he wasn't able to scratch, and if he felt pissed off by any of this, he would get a mighty great shock off it too. With all our differneces aside, I felt pretty damn shitty to say the…
Have you ever been ran over by your dog? Well if not then you can just listen to my story. I was about five years of age when this tragedy happened. My mom, dad, sister, and some other family members were at my house. I was just playing around with my dog like a normal kid. My cousins, Buster my dog, and I were just playing tag. I don’t remember who was it, but I’m guessing Buster thought it was him.…
Some things just are not fair. I moved down to Valdosta for school and have been living here for well over a month. I became acclimated to the hot weather and the humidity of the Valdosta sun. Today was Sunday, It’s barely the break of daylight and the morning sun rays are shining through onto my apartment wood dresser. I lay sound asleep with my beautiful girlfriend and my roommate Daniel comes barging in through my white door and messy cramped apartment saying to me and my girlfriend “Do you want a puppy”? We jump up and without a doubt say “yes”; “Well what are you waiting for? Get up and get ready to go get her” he said. As we scramble to get our bearings, my girlfriend and I are thinking the exact same thing as we struggle to put…
I received a call from my son’s uncle, Harold asking if I would give him a ride to a friend’s house to examine some pit bull puppies she had for sale. At first I had planned other activities for the day, but my daughter who overheard the conversation begged me to go. I made the plans to pick him up and as we were getting ready to leave, I reminded my daughter that we were not going for us. I had owned dogs in years past, and after the last one was stolen out of my yard, decided it was too painful to own a dog. Also, I had heard all the horror stories of people having pit bulls around their kids. When we arrived at my friend, Courtney’s house, I heard the deep barking from inside. My friend motioned for us to wait at the front door as she put…
It was a relaxing day at home in the Helfman household. My mom was constantly jabbering on the phone, my dad’s eyes were glued to his computer working, and my brother was stuck to his bed and never got up. My brother, Danny had gotten into Syracuse University a few months earlier and he was ecstatic about the life he was going to make for himself. Danny and I got along well our whole lives, but we weren’t as close as some other siblings. This upset me because sometimes all I wanted to do was talk to my brother and get his advice. I have three dogs. My dogs Sadie, Tootsie, and Lucky are cuddly and soft toy poodles.…
After this happened to me I learned dogs are very similar to people and can get sad too.…
I am the proud owner of a little brown dog named Bruno. I rescued him from the pound while I was in high school. The pound was unsure exactly what kind of dog Bruno was, but stated he is part Dachshund. I mentioned earlier, I rescued Bruno, but in reality he rescued me. My senior year of high school was not the greatest time for me, but owning Bruno got me through it. At the time, I just broke up with my high school “sweetheart” so to my immature young mind, I thought the world was coming to an end and I would never find someone else. Whether it was taking Bruno for walks, or trying to teach him new tricks he kept my mind occupied. I was given the responsibility to take care of him. I made sure he had all of his shots and there was fresh food and water for him. Until he was house broken, I was responsible to clean up after him. By being responsible for another being, it keeps a person centered not always thinking about themselves and their needs.…
After being bitten by a dog, at the age of 2, my friend has always been scared of dogs. This serves as an emotional boundary to what ever she perceives. She finds it very hard to communicate with people who keep dogs as pets. Roughly 5 months ago my parents bought me a dog! Now my friend is trying to stay away from me, and hence we are loosing are friendship. This personal attribute of hers has had a great effect on her and the knowledge which can be obtained from dogs and from their owners.…
I was given a stuffed Snoopy dog from Peanuts for my 12th birthday by my Dad and it has lived on the left side of my bed ever since. Over the years Snoopy has gotten a bit raggedy and discolored. He black floppy ears that have conquered some battle scars. He has a little scruffy tail, black bubble nose and two black horizontal shaped eyes. I would give him hugs as if he was a real dog. Although Snoopy is an inanimate object I have still cared for him as if he was a pal. I’ve talked to him about my problems when no one else would listen. I’ve cried salty tears on him that he cannot taste. He never makes a noise but is a great listener. He smells like Gold Bond lotion and an unwashed scent. He’s been on many adventures with me to my Aunt’s house…
My first dog was a disaster. I’d gotten a Shih-Tzu as a seventh birthday present. She forewent obedience training and socialization. I didn’t walk her, didn’t clean up after her, and spoiled her rotten. Literally. It was unsurprising years later when she’d nipped at people unprovoked or would race around the house in a dizzying state, knocking vases off stands and knocking over unsteady chairs. Though on occasion, I found humor in her badness. The most hilarious incident being…
Turns out you had a few issues with being left alone, I would be too if I was abandoned. As it was told to me, whenever the woman’s husband pulled into a stop and got out of the truck you would jump up onto the driver seat and press your paws on the horn. Not the best thing when you are pulling into a stop for the night and have to use the bathroom. Besides your separation anxiety, there are far worse issues to come. The woman’s husband had to be taken to the hospital, twice, turns out he was allergic to dogs. Since they had never owned a dog before they had no idea, again lucky for me. So now this brings you up to speed to your past that I know of.…
Getting back to the barking dogs. They, like every other neighbor we had, seemed to not have much admiration for my father either. As soon as he came around the corner, the dogs screamed every possible word' out at him. I believe that's what angered him even more, so by the time he arrived home, we had to have all of our daily chores done, everything in place, and dinner ready and set on the table. Otherwise, we would suffer in his hands. He didn't know how to…
God awmighty, that dog stinks. Get him outta here, Candy! I don’t know nothing that stinks as bad as an old dog. You gotta get him out.” This hurt my feelings a lot I don’t think they understood how much that dog meant to me. They were trying to make me feel bad by saying that I was making him suffer. They wanted to SHOOT him. I tried putting it off until tomorrow but Carlson wasn’t having it. I guess I was going to have to let him do it.…