One early morning, when only my brother and i were awake, I was going to get a
For as long as I can remember, I have always loved horses. My mom tells me "horse" was my first word. I loved horses so much as a kid, that it 's all I talked about. I was never able to actually see a real horse until I was around ten, though, so I did everything in my power to be close to them growing up. I watched horse-themed movies, read books about them, and studied them in every way possible, that way I would be prepared when I met one. Eventually, my Grandfather set me up to take lessons at a local stable, and it has been uphill ever since. I’ve been taking lessons for nine years, and now I teach other kids how to ride! People always ask me though, “Why do you love it so much?”. It’s a crazy and reckless hobby to do what I do with horses,
Today I woke up pretty early for a summer day, around 7am. I walked downstairs and asked my dad if we could go fishing today. He said yes and suggested that we get ready to leave. I got my fishing pole, fishing net, and my extra fishing pole string. While I was getting my stuff my dad called his friend Jimmy and asked if he wanted to come as well. He said yes, but he will be coming later. I brought my fishing stuff to my dad’s car when I realized he brought his old fishing pole out. I asked him, “Why are you bringing that fishing pole?” I only asked this because it was over 15 years old. He said, “This fishing pole is really good for catching bigger fish.” I didn’t argue with him simply because it was his fishing pole. We left our house around
It seemed almost surreal when I first read the essay, in fact it wasn’t until the second or perhaps third time that I really believed it. I also grew up with a cabin by the lake in Maine only about 181.2 miles north of where E.B. White spent his summers and it belonged to my Aunt Jeannette. To say this story seems like something that I experienced is weird, because too much similarity exists between Mr. whites story and mine.
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. For me, my dogs changed it by showing me how to care for them. They also taught me how to understand them and how to love them even when they’re annoying and clingy. Having a dog teaches us patience, commitment, and selflessness. Caring for a dog takes a lot of responsibility and commitment. We also learn to be less focused on ourselves and be more patient, as pets can sometimes test our patience. Owning a dog can actually have a special impact in our lives.
On 07/01/17, at 3:21pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to Kids Kingdom Childcare and Learning Center (970 Oakland Park Ave), on a dog at large, no known owner. I arrived at the location and met with complainant Latanya Cox and victim Jamaal Cox Jr. Ms. Cox stated that she sent her grandson outside to retrieve something from her vehicle. When her grandson returned, he stated that a brown and white pit bull was outside growled and approached him. He was able to get inside before the pit bull caused any harm. Ms. Cox escorted me outside where she point out a white house just behind the childcare center. Ms. Cox and Jamaal stated the pit bull escaped through a hole in the fence from that location.
I’ve been told to write this report for my sister’s therapist. Just as a reference or my perspective, I guess. I’m Dylan Kinley. My sister is the town-famous Carter Kinley, more notoriously known as “Dogface”. She rarely uses her real name since she’s so used to the name “Dogface”. The nickname has stuck ever since the incident happened sixteen years ago.
Before iI was adopted I was treated like crap. I was abused and was stuck in my room all the time. I could not come out. I was miserable.I would run away because I was afraid, but end up always getting caught by the police and put back in the home. I was put in several foster care home and several group homes the foster care homes treated me like another kid on the block . the group homes were nice they provided me with a place to live and a education my mom would come visit me once a month check on me and then live tell next visit
As an adolescent I tended to be very discreet and shy at times, especially around girls my age. Overall I was a very awkward child. While attending a coed elementary school at Monroe it was very intimidating. There were girls that were always trying to talk to me and I just wasn’t sure how to react to the situation. I went home several days telling my parents that I needed to move schools. So, for about two years, I attended Eden Grove middle school. This was an all guys school where I felt much more confident with the people I was surrounded by. It brought me to become a stronger individual. I have overcome my shyness and my personality has developed with much more confidence.
Before 2015 a past too abhorrent and a future too intangible cloaked my mind in a way I was rendered unable to pull outside of. Add the intractable disease I was both genetically and environmentally doomed for ─ depression ─ and I was an oh-so joyful culmination of veritable discrepancies. People knew me adverse of how I knew myself: In the midst of my academic accomplishments, I alone recognized my exasperating position in second place. I alone recognized too many nights spent pleasure reading or gaming when I should have been doing homework, and I alone understood what I managed to pass off as good leadership was really blind instinct.
My oldest brother, Colten got a four-wheeler. So he invited my family over to come see it and possibly drive it around his backyard. When we got to his house, his dog came running out jumping and running around like he always does.
It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.
When I woke up one warm morning, I got up and let my hazel colored dog, Bodee outside as I usually do. When I let him inside I always give him a treat. I walked to the treat jar with Bodee following me, drooling for his treat. When I grabbed a treat, he instantly sat down anticipating the moment I throw the treat. When I tossed him the treat I noticed he was missing a few teeth in the front of his mouth. I rushed to tell my mom and she suspected he attacked an animal of some sort. As days went on we noticed more and more teeth were falling out and we knew it wasn't an animal.
One warm august night my sister Ellie and I watched the film Into the Wild. The story of Chris
Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, something terrible happened to me. But, first let's start at the beginning. When I was five years old my parents got me the best gift a little girl could ever ask for, a puppy. My dad came into the house with what I thought was a black jacket in his arms. I was wrong, after he came into the kitchen the “jacket” popped it’s little head up, it wasn’t a jacket, it was a puppy. We named that little black fur ball with white paws Bailey. Bailey was my first dog, and she was perfect. On all those hot summer days she would chase us all around the house outside, she would never get tired. Bailey was my best friend, we even shared the same birthday.