Before I could order anything, the girl at the cash register had to call my attention twice before I stopped staring at their “Family Photo”, a framed collection of the café dogs’ pictures, with their names and breeds printed each portrait. Most of the dogs were bright-eyed and panting, their tongue lolling out in eagerness. They all looked right into the camera; as if they knew that their adorable puppy eyes and pent-up energy would translate easily into the picture and make anyone perk up in the anticipation of having a chance to play with them. That’s definitely how it worked for me and my groupmates. We absentmindedly paid for our tickets to the Dog Area as a thousand images of how the experience was going to go formed in my head, further kindling my excitement. Little did I know that as I set foot in the café’s Dog Area, I was signing myself up for a whole different experience than the perfect idealization I had shaped in my head. …show more content…
They pawed desperately at the door of the room where the other dogs that weren’t “on shift” were kept. We could hear their low whines and almost-growls, but rarely loud barks that earned them a spray of water as a warning. Some of the dogs who managed to escape rude customers even ran to me and my groupmates. At first we were confused, because none of the dogs seemed interested in going near at all when we walked in. However, we realized that they were here with us because we were the only customers in the room that didn’t shake them awake for a picture or carried them around the room like an accessory despite their growled prostests. My heart grew heavy as Coco, a black poodle who was being bounced on the lap of little girl that ignored his soft yelps, looked at me for a long time before allowing himself to fall asleep on my lap. It was as if he waiting for me to force him into a pictorial or make him do tricks for me before he could believe I would actually let him
“The world is a funny place, no? Sometimes you pick your dog. Sometimes your dog picks you.” (Vanno). Good morning/afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I am here to convey the film Red Dog to the Australian film celebration.
In the newspaper article “He Can Turn a Rescue Dog into a Broadway Star” by Harrison Smith, readers learn how an ordinary dog can become an extraordinary star, with help from experts, and being unique. Nessa, a three year old cairn terrier known by her stage name Toto, Dorothy’s feisty dog from the “Wizard of Oz” is treated just like any other Broadway star with her own dressing room, and stylist and makeup artist. Berloni, Nessa’s personal trainer and Broadways go to dog expert treats Nessa like an “Olympic athlete” Berloni adopts dogs from shelters before they are put down. Berloni is making a musical that Nessa will be starred in along with other unique pups Berloni adopted from a shelter. With pups like Nessa proving a rescue dog can become
The last and final vet clinic that I visited was the Lakeland Vet Clinic, which is located in Manson. With the help of my mom, I had successfully gained a few hours of job shadowing. I was ecstatic but also nervous because I have never personally experienced what the every day life of a vet is really like. On a Monday morning, my mom drove me to the clinic. When we walked in both my mom and I were introduced to Dr. Rich the Assistant Vet.
Brutal Dogs In the book “Number the Stars” written by Lois Lowry a brave girl swings into action as a mysteries packet is left on her doorstep. Will Annemarie risk her life to deliver the package to her restless uncle and save her beloved friend? Annemarie should not have transported the mysterious and inexplicable packet to the anxious uncle Hemrick. Annemarie should not have convoyed the packet to her uneasy uncle hemrick for these three reasons.
He said that he had been dying to get a dog of his own for such a long time, but he never expected it to actually happen. Unfortunately, when Denaro went to purchase the puppy from his boss at Arcadia Pets, the store he was working at, he got some bad news. The owner of the store told Denaro that their surveillance cameras recorded a woman entering the pet store, taking his puppy out of her cage, and leaving the store with her.
The Ride Today, my family and I went to Kings Island and we made it through the exhausting car ride.. We walked into the park and we were started looking for somewhere for a roller coaster to ride like the small ,medium, big, and huge I wanted to go on a medium kind roller coaster. We roamed around a little going around checking all of the places to eat, little games to play, and the huge rides they have. I said to my dad “ There's a lot of places to eat here.” he and said “I wonder why it’s always packed too.”
When I was younger, I owned a stuffed bear, strangely named A. Just A. It brought me so much comfort. When I was scared of thunderstorms, A got me through it. A helped me survive long road trips, and when my dad was yelling at the TV when the Chicago Bears let an easy touchdown happen. He brought me so much comfort that I continued to be comforted by Webkinz when I was 7.
W. Bruce Cameron, is the New York Times bestselling author of A Dog’s Purpose, A Dog’s Journey, The Dogs of Christmas, and Ellie’s Story: A Dog’s Purpose Novel, is his first book he wrote for children. The book that I had got the pleasure to read is Bailey’s Story. When Bailey meets eight-year old Ethan, he quickly figures out his purpose is to play with the boy, and to explore the farm during the summer vacation, with the family, and him, and to tidy the boy’s dishes by licking them clean, but only when Mom isn’t watching. Bailey soon learns that life isn’t always so easy, and great, and that sometimes bad things happen and that there can be no greater purpose than to protect Ethan. “Then there was a stupendous crash.
Once I was a little dog name to me. He was a creepy little dog he kinda looks like a monkey. His favorite thing to do was eat smelly socks. Some days he would look at his owner and wonder if he would be able to feed him more smelly socks then one day a monkey came upon Timmy then Tammy chased him down the road. His owner was so upset that the monkey ran up the tree and Timmy filed him.
The Time I Made a Doghouse I made a doghouse when i was 11.It was burgendy,brown,and black. I made it with the looks of a house. I made it with a 2nd floor and little doggy stairs. The door was something like a saloon door so my dachsund could get in easily. I filled itt with old blankets so she would be warm.
Most of the time, I was stuck in the cage. The other dogs always howled around me, but couldn’t see me. And I rarely saw them. When I did, though, all hell broke loose.
Soft and pleasant like the scent of fresh-cut grass. Sweet and compelling like an evening sunset. Crisp like the weather in the air. The road is a narrow and there are no cars in sight. It is more like a walking path, but I can see tire tracks on the lightly dirt road.
The whole time, my dog was whining and barking in the kennel he was in. When we finally arrived in the
I woke up to her neighbor's garage door squeak and creak as it opened. Time to get up, I thought. Somedays I felt like my days were on replay. My ten year old yellow labrador retriever, Sprite, licked my face, as if saying “Good morning momma, I love you”. I then yawned before surrendering out of my bed.
“Should I go?” I ask my dogs waiting for them to show a sign. I back up 2 footsteps. I turn my head for a quick second think i’m hearing a car. Just when I find out it’s not a