I had always wanted to get a dog when I was little. I assumed my parents thought that I couldn 't handle it. But that was not the case. My parents thought it was about the time for me to have some responsibility. So they let me get a dog for my birthday. It was one of the best days of my life.
I thought it would be just another average day after school. Little did I know that I would have some news awaiting me in the white truck. "How was your day Dub?" asked my almost hairless father after he picked me up.
"It was all right. How was yours?"
"I had a busy day. Thanks for asking. But I also had some news."
"What is it?"
"Well your birthday is coming up so me and your mom thought it was about time you had some responsibility."
"Are you saying I 'm getting a little dog?!"
"We 'll just have to wait and find out won 't we?"
"Ugh, I suppose we will."
After I had received the news of the possible dog I had to start thinking of names for
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"Snowball?" I suggested.
"Nope!" Fired back my dad obnoxiously.
"Rover?"
"Nope."
"Scooter?"
"Heck no."
"THEN WHAT?!
"How about Buckshot?"
"Dad that 's the one good idea you 've had in a longggggg time."
After listening to my dad scream no loudly for 10 minutes we decided on Buckshot as the name for the new dog, now that 's some progress.
The time had finally come to go to the quiet little dog place for the final time(we had gone two times before to get an idea of what we are looking for).Once we had arrived I already knew which dog I wanted a little black,white,and grey dog named Muggles(His name would later be changed to Buckshot).We had done it I had a crazy little dog and I was extremely happy.
Every time I think of that day it still puts a small grin on my face. Getting a dog has changed me so much. I 'm a more social person than I was before. I 've also learned and gained more responsibility. Since then I 've gotten two more crazy dogs I both love as well but smelly Buck still has the number 1 place in my
my Dad stated interrupting my giddiness. “Oh trust me we know…” Devilin said quietly from the back seat. The car slowly came to a stop and we jumped out of the car. “Ok I have an idea…
"I'm fifteen." "Fool. Listen to what I say. " Then he asked my father, who answered: "I'm fifty." "No."
Bearskin I raced to the front door wondering why is my brothers car in the driveway? Islam through the door to find him standing there with my stuff and a new puppy with a bow on it’s head? “ Hey why do you have my stuff and that new little puppy?” I asked Well to be honest we soldiers that come home too a little village called Angern we never come home too good news.
I will always remember my dog, Tootsie, fondly. The first night that we had her, she woke me up in the middle of the night. I should have been upset, but as I sat and held her, I knew that she would be an important part of my life. She was always there when I was growing up, happy to see me and ready to play with her stuffed baseball. She was there at family events like Christmas and Thanksgiving, brightening up people’s holidays.
Kevin beseeched. “Oh, okay fine, but we are only going to check it out.” dad said. “Yay! Let’s go!” Kevin cheered.
Benjy? Benjy! I’ve got it! I think I’ve finally got it! To think, I respond to everything: puppy, mutt, Ben, Benjo, Jojo, that one.
Cotton had always been my dog. Even if we got him for my step dad, scott, he'd claimed me. We got him in 2010 on Father's day. Scott had really wanted another dog. He was eight weeks old and so small and fragile when we brought him home.
In the book “Call of the Wild” by Jack London, a dog named Buck has many different masters. Originally, Buck was owned by a rich man named Judge Miller. From that point on he got passed into the hands of various owners- Both good and bad. Buck learned various lessons from all his masters including, The Red Sweater Man, John Miller and Judge Miller When Buck was still in the hands of Judge Miller he was a civilized dog that was harmless to anyone and entrusted humans with his life.
There was silence, then… BOOM! My father and I finally shot the antelope that cost us day's of determination and perseverance. It took four days of sneaking through bushes, trees and rocks jutting into our skin, hiking around for hours trying to find herds of antelope, and consistently calling, with the intentions to find something, yet failing around every turn. This brutal hunt wasn’t for nothing though, in fact, let me introduce the story that changed my life forever. Welcome to the great antelope hunt.
Buck is a very strong dog. He is a St. Bernard and half sheepdog, who is stolen from his house and was sold to be a sled dog. Buck evolves from a spoiled pet to a very independent pet in this kill or be killed world. Buck feels that he needs to get away from civilization and run free with his ancestors, its like the wild is calling him.
It was during the calm after the storm when I found her. She scurried down my street, barely noticeable in the dark. I scooped the scrawny dog up into my arms and noticed her bony spine, which later became her namesake. I called her Bendy Straw. Little did I know, my newly found pup was pregnant.
Buck is a dog from Santa Clara Valley, a dog who lived in a huge house. He was the king of the property and was petted, fed well and treated like a loved and cherished dog. Buck was living a pampered life, where he had everything he want until the day where he was stolen, sold, and brought to an unknown environment. Buck has went through a change where he had to adapt quickly for survival. A place where he had to steal to eat, defend himself in order to survive.
Have you ever been in multiple different relationships? Well Jack London definitely puts a dog, named Buck, through multiple relationships in his famous story, The Call of the Wild. Buck is a dog that has multiple owners. He used to live with a judge in Santa Clara, but then he gets kidnapped, and has four more owners after he keeps getting sold. Buck makes different relationships, some that are great, and some that are not so good, with all his owners.
Now, I 've had my fair share of pets. Everyone 's been there, from that carnival goldfish you won, to the only pet your parents let you have, Rocky your pet rock. Let 's just say I 've had many small animals over the years and I 'd like to share my stories.
I couldn’t do it. He started to yell even louder. Then suddenly there was a loud sound. The birds dispersed from the trees and before I knew it, I was on my knees crying over a lifeless corpse of what was once my beloved puppy.