“I want a dog for christmas, Mom! Please, Mom I’d be the best dog owner in the world, please!” I knew my mom wouldn’t get me a dog for a very long time.
“I’ll think about it, Grant.” said my mom.
I was replaying that memory in my mind as I strolled into the pet store. I was walking my dog, Chai, to get groomed. Me and my mom usually never take her to the groomers on a Saturday. Saturday is the day the pet adoption people come in and advertise their dogs for adoption.
I wandered over to this dark colored dog named Oreo. I didn’t like the name but I’ve always wanted a second dog and my mom wanted a dark dog. I went over to my mom to tell her about the dog news but she was busy. Frustrated, I walked back to Oreo and petted him through the cage,
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“I don’t know right now but maybe we could get him.” responded Mom. In my head I thought she’d never get me the dog because of some dumb reason she thought of but she surprised me when she walked over to the people that were giving the dogs away and said she was interested in adopting Oreo. My mom didn’t like the name just like I didn’t. So when we get him I decided to name him Lightning. Ever since I was a young boy I wanted to get a dog and name him Lightning and this was the perfect opportunity to get one. “Are you 100% sure you want this dog and are going to be responsible for this dog.” said my Mom. “Yes, of course I’ll be the most responsible dog owner in the world.” I answered.
In my head I knew I wouldn’t take care of him that much and that my mom would feed him and do most of the work. But I knew that I would make sure he goes out and I would play with him always.
“Ok, then it is decided. I’ll sign the papers.” My mom said with a happy voice.
A week had passed since the day my mom and I decided to get Oreo, or now known as Lightning, and as I watched the snow fall from the heavens out of my window, my mom called me to a black SUV that parked in front of my house.
“What’s this?” I asked my
“ ‘Poor creature. Poor creature,’ said the mother and turned away to get him some food.” Reveals a change in her attitude toward Sounder. Sounder came back to the house hungry looking like a skeleton. The mother and the boy quickly gave the poor dog his food.
The first time I ever went to Mrs. Helen’s house we were help set up an electric fence to keep her dogs in with my dad. Mrs.
He is sitting at his desk, feeling sorry for himself. Hoping against hope, that she doesn’t get on the next plane out of town instead of coming back to Exhibit. Freida knocks once, then lets herself in. The big smile on her face, lets him know the news before she says the words.
In contrast, there is a nice old man they met his name is Candy, an elderly ranch handyman with one hand and a old dog. Slim, an intelligent person whose dog has recently had a litter of puppies. Slim gives a puppy to Lennie and Candy because he wanted to do something nice and he wanted to accomplished his friendship with fellow ranch-hand Carlson. In spite of problems, their dream is not coming true because they don't have enough money to get there own
“Wanna go to the Bamboo forest?” I requested. (There was a small forest of bamboo all the way in the back of my neighbor’s backyard) “Nah there isn’t anything to do there.” Bobby replied The stupid neighbor let his dog out and even though the dog was fenced in he was still barking and we couldn’t get him to shut up, no matter what we tried even throwing sticks at him.
As a member of the LGBT community, I see America through the eyes of someone who has had to struggle to gain acceptance from others and themselves. When you are gay or transgender not everyone is going to accept or understand you, but you have a chance to be who you are because in America you can build your own path. To me, Americans are like phoenixes; we can rise from the ashes of our pasts, and build ourselves up creating our own sense of liberty and freedom. I grew up in a traditional Christian household, so I was very sheltered as a child. When it came to anything the church thought was a sin, I was never told about it, so I didn’t know what being gay meant until I was 12 years old.
First First chance I get I'll give you a pup. Maybe you wouldn't kill it. That'd be better than mice. And you could pet it harder.”’ (14).
When I was thirteen, approximately a year ago, my family took a vacation to Cancun. The trip was pretty cool. Cancun was warm, tropical, and most of all supplied endless amounts of food in the hotel. Like most vacations, people want to get the most they can do with their time there. For me, my last bit of fun would have been crashing into the waves, I had discovered, on the new beach in front of my hotel.
One time when I was little, we had to put down our dog. “You can’t kill the dog.” I pleaded. “She can’t walk anymore. It’s not good for her or us.”
Once upon a time, there was a small girl that lived with her dog. Her parents had left her in the middle of the deepest parts of the forest for they had not enough money to take care of the child. They took her out one night wrapped in a blanket and left her there hoping that she would not find her way back home. The small girl, Elizabeth, kept her dog by her side to warn her of any monsters that may be coming. Weeks passed and the dog had not failed her.
When my aunt first told me that we were going to America, I was both excided and sad at the same time. I was sad because I hated to leave my country and friends that I had had from childhood. Those friends were always there for me whenever I needed them, and going to new country and making know friends was hard for me. One of the most painful moments for me, was seeing my father cry when I told him that my aunt was going to take us to America.
So, we decided to buy another dog and got Albert, a little Maltese-cross-Bichon Frise. I was very protective of Albert. As Oliver was so big, I was worried he might sit on Albert and squash him. Eventually we moved to the country, where Oliver and Albert had more freedom.
Dollie and I had a great bond going as a year past. I noticed over the year she had more energy than I’ve ever seen in such an old dog and it made me smile to see her happy. Every day of my sophomore year I’d walk home from school and when I got there. Dollie was always right there in the backyard, waiting for me at the front gate to come home, she was loyal to me. I had a gas guzzling truck to feed and truck insurance to pay, so I had to get a job.
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.
What kind of people like this! " When the case was serious, and mom was beginning to get angry, then from the kitchen came: "Vasilisa! Whoo, dog! I'll show you!".