He was the Turner’s best friend a huge, slobbery Golden Retriever with a burgundy shade on his coat. For the most part, ,He was nice and playful in the presence of his owner ,but when let out of the yard instinct kicks in. The dog had ran out of the dry, arid yard along with the others and my friend Sam Turner shrieked,
”Can you help me get my dogs?” I said,
“Yes”. He exclaimed,
“Okay, let’s go.” We both turned onto Marygold st and started to search for his dog. Sam found him in a grassy yard in front of a light green house. Sam asked,
“Can you wait with him while I find the others?” I said,
“Alright.” I stepped towards him and tried to pet him to calm him down. At the moment when i touched the rough fur on his back, Huge, dark jaws filled my field of vision, a couple agonizing punctures then I was on the ground. As I laid there a glimpse of a biege figure scurried out of my peripheral view, I was bitten and left to die. The Ground was bloody and my whole world was dazed and blurry. I got up and was staggering down dusty Marygold st. and I was yelling,
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He saw the blood and screamed,
“Come Here!, Come Here!” I walked over and he laid me out on the driveway. Then, He covered the wound with a sterile towelette and applied pressure. In a stern voice He
This tale follows a tragic event that happened in the small town of Warrenton, back when people rode in wagons and didn't have phones or electricity. This tale is called The White Dog, by S.E. Schlosser. It all starts with a traveling salesman and his dog, coming to sell his goods in the town. The salesman’s name was Samuel, but he insisted on everyone calling him Sam. Everyone said he was the nicest man you would ever meet, always a smile on his face, a joke on his tongue.
I noticed he had a barber’s razor in his hand, I rapidly grabbed his arm no to mention started to wrestle the man. He slipped causing the man to cut my throat, as I fell to the floor seeing nothing but black and red dots trying to talk, making nothing but gurgling sounds. The man looked to the floor not knowing what he had done. He fell to the floor telling my body to “Wake up! It was an accident, I swear!”
The house had giant lawns, amazing stables, grape arbors, bright green pastures, orchards, and giant berry patches. There was also a big cement tank where the Judge Miller’s boys would take their morning swim and kept cool in the hot afternoon. Buck the dog would swim and hunt with the Judge Millers sons and went on long walks with the Judge’s daughters Alice and Mollie. Buck’s father
“Poor creature, poor creature” said the mother and turned away to get some food, reveals how she feels about Sounder after he left. William Armstrong describes in Sounder the dog’s drastic changes as he returned after two months. He changed physically, in his behavior, and emotionally. The dog’s emotions and physical state affect his behavior. Physically, Sounder was extremely crippled.
When Buck was with Judge Miller he was a large 140 pounds, shaggy haired, tide water dog. He was loyal to Judge Miller and was very dignified, and often thought of himself as ruler of his domain. Buck was a healthy dog; he had strong muscles and very little reflexes. Judge Miller’s kids were protected by him; he often hunted with them or walked down to the stable yard. Other dogs had come and gone but he stayed, Judge never sold him or wanted to get rid of him.
Using the media tool he found a rescue mission in Yorkville that dealt with animals of pedigree or similar stock. A long eared jaunty pooch immediately caught Simone’s attention. I believe she saw the longing and need for attachment in my sad, yet, anticipating eyes. I, in turn, felt a kindness and gentility in her warm and generous smile.
Have you ever been reading a book, and wished that you could become part of the story so that you could stop what was happening? Throughout Jack London’s, “The Call of the Wild,” the author paints many all too vivid pictures in the reader’s mind of how work dogs were beaten or mistreated during the Alaskan gold rush. While these descriptions of how the dogs were treated serve the obvious purpose of furthering the plot on the surface, are they also used to convey the message of what kind of people the owners? A way to determine if this is so is to examine the perspectives of two of the owners regarding work dogs, the man known as the Scotch Half-Breed and Mercedes, and develop conclusions about their personalities from that information.
Every day, Grandpa has to drive them off of their yard, and Marisol cannot touch them, so they do not get a flea infestation. One day, Marisol saw a dog, that looked more domesticated than the others. It was clean and it seemed that it wanted to be petted. Intrigued with the dog, Marisol comes and pets the dog while grandpa isn’t looking, but Grandpa notices and tells her to stop and yells
The rifle cracked. Tim Johnson leaped, flopped over and crumpled on the sidewalk in a brown and white heap. He didn't know what hit him.” (Lee 127). The name of the dog, “Tim Johson”, is purposeful in the way that it
Through the rain he could make out the words Kansas City pound engraved in the side of the appalling van. While, the dog knew he must get away he also knew that it was much too late. Rufus was too weak to run and by the time the worrisome dog could stand up the man had already stepped out and was marching toward the dumpster that he laid upon. The monstrous, awful man stood over him with the aggressive leash and the small frightened dog knew from there that he would be condemned into the dark and evil pound. “Come on!”
Soon, his jaw and tail were soaked with blood. He bit down again, and whipped his head back with every ounce of strength he could muster. The flesh came with him. The sound of tearing flesh was nothing compared to the shrill scrape of teeth against bone. This time, muscle, bone, fur, and metal all came with his head as it snapped back.
Dogs have long been known to make great companions. I have heard from many people who own a dog that a dog is capable of boosting your mood and your health. But is it true? I didn’t know if it was all true until my sister surprised us with two tiny dogs. After having our dogs for several months I noticed it does change our lives in many ways.
The snapping of twigs multiplied and so did my heart rate, the pounding of blood pumping through my veins catapulted by the second. I felt as if this thing was getting ready to pounce on me and all I could do was wait for something that would never happen. That’s when I came to my senses and turned back to face the steep slope and those piercing red eyes lingering in the bushes. Before I had a chance to let out the bottled up shriek, I jumped my way back home and through the window once
Um, guys, something has happened to me and I don’t know what. Last night I drank my favorite juice and then went to sleep. But this morning when I woke up, things were different. I was way closer to the floor than I usually am. But then I looked in my mirror, I was a dog.
Finally, got so late and Stanley got so lonely that he decided to seek help. By the light of the moon he walked down a path in the park. He stopped and called out, “I 'm Stanley the dog and I 'm