Descriptive Essay On My Dog

Almost everyone I know owns an animal. People see animals not just as pets, but as family. They are our friend, family, and someone always by our side. My animals mean everything to me, especially my dog Bailey. I feel even though she is not human, I will always have her by my side until the day she dies. Bailey is my puppy, I have other animals also, but Bailey is my dog and I love her more than anything in the world. She is a Pekinese mixed with a poodle. Bailey is my baby, my friend, family and companion. I got Bailey right at eight weeks. So I have had her since she was ready to have a new home. When I got her, she was still little so I never took her to get her hair cut and we never cut her hair because it was already short. As she got older and her hair started to grow I started to take her to a groomer so she could be well groomed. I have never had a dog like her so I do not know how to groom a dog like her and neither did my mom. Bailey goes every six weeks to the groomer so she can stay evenly clipped and clean. When I say she is my baby, I mean that. I hold her on her back like she is a baby and pet her belly and cuddle with her. Every day when I get home from class or running errands she is always so excited to see me. I always pick her up and hold her and pet her, but I also sit there and talk to her in a baby voice like someone would to a baby. This dog will never leave my side, she is my best friend. Not only is my dog a friend, but she is my family. She