Personal Narrative: Get A New Dog

My mom and I then began to search harder than we had before. The next day we found a very adorable dog. On the website they did not have much information about the dog named #199. We found him on Saturday. The shelter was closed on Saturday, and Sunday, so my mom emailed them our application. The only information on the website was that they thought he was a collie/whippet mix, male, playful, and they think that he is about ten months old. On Monday we had not seen or heard a reply yet and my mom and I were becoming very anxious. So on Wednesday my mom called the shelter to ask if they got our application. We kept on our search for our new furry friend and contacted the shelter anxiously awaiting to see what will happen next.

One night I was riding in the car with my cousin to the store.While he’s driving to the store he was speeding down the road. While he was speeding down the road a deer jumped out into the road in front of the car. We tried to dodge the deer, but instead ended up hitting the deer and a ditch. We ended up flipping our whole car into the ditch with the deer. I somehow ended up in the back seat , because I was being stupid enough to ride with him and not wear a seatbelt. But anyways I went to the back seat and just broke his leg and hip. The wreck had my cousin unconscious, so I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone to call my cousin’s mom. She quickly rushed to where we had the wreck. She pulled

Indy, my border terrier, ran ahead of me as we skirted the deserted baseball diamond. His nose was to the ground, his tail held high. Border terriers hunt fox and rabbit, but Indy's instincts are warped. He stalks day-old pizza and leftover hunks of cheese. Before I could catch him, he had disappeared behind the dumpsters of the high school parking lot.

The 4 kids and I played hide and seek. I hid in the girl’s room under the blankets. They had a bunk bed with a wooden frame. One board that held the top bed up was broken and hanging down. I didn’t think much of it, so I had my head under the blankets right below the board. One of the boys that was trying to find us went into the girl’s room and found me. He started tickling me, so I started to freak out and scream. I was trying to get out of the blankets, so I tried to sit up to get the blanket off my head. When I sat up the board scarped my head. One of the boys looked at my head and saw blood dripping down my hair. Soon it started coming down the front of my face. I was screaming and crying as loud as I could. All 4 kids picked me up and rushed me downstairs. They told their mom what had happened. She rushed to the kitchen to get a wet rag. The day care lady called my mom and told her what happened. My mom came to get me as fast as she could. By the time my mom got there, we went through 3 wash cloths. When my mom got to the daycare, she

our dogs. When our mom came to the door and told us to come inside

Many, many years ago, there was a boy named Jake. Jake was only 13, he didn't have many friends or many people to talk to, he lived in the woods so it was very hard for him to make playmates. He was always isolated. He lived with his parents, Joy and Bob. Jake had always put in afford to make friends, but the kids were always mean to him at school.

Shay and Zane turn 16 in 5 days, they both had the same birthday, so they both go in and leave the factory on the same day. Everyone knows what happens when you turn 16, you go to the factory, 10 enter, 3 leave, and no one knows what happens inside, even if you had already entered and are one of the lucky 3 that left, you forget everything that happened inside. They both were extremely nervous, but whenever one of them got nervous they just went and played one of the 25 pets that are required to have.

Everyday, the triplets next door continue to inspire me with their persevering attitude even though they will never be able to walk. As a little girl, I believed I had nothing in common with them, and I tried my best to avoid them outside. One sunny afternoon, my mom urged me to say hello as one of them got the mail. I hesitantly skipped over while ruminating on conversation topics. To my surprise, she greeted me with a warm smile and asked me how school treated me and to bring over my newly adopted dog. On our way up the driveway, she insisted I stand on the back of her wheelchair as she carried both of us up the hill. From that moment on, I realized how something as little as getting the mail is a privilege, and the ability to perform everyday

“I’m going to get you Kitty!” I said as I chased after my sister trying to tag her. “No, I’m too fast!” Said my sister giggling. We were playing tag on our trampoline. Once I finally caught my little sister, she started to jump frantically all around the trampoline in victory that it took me 5 minutes to catch her. All of sudden she jumped up, then landed on her arm. She started to scream so loud and the noise was so awful, It was like nails on a chalkboard. She started to screech “GET MOMMA, GET HER, GET HER, GET HER NOW!!!” I rushed Into the house and found my mother working in the kitchen, and I told her In a panic, “You need to get outside now!!”

It had been a long day at school. My family and I had just moved into a new house that August. My sister and I had been begging our parents to let us get our own cats for months but they wouldn't grudge. My sister and I had even been looking on the internet for some free ones and we even found one that was 6 weeks old for free! It turned out he had come from New jersey in a car compartment, and he was stuck there for three days because the family didn’t notice. The family couldn't keep him because they owned three dogs already there own but they still didn't grudge! Two weeks later my sister had an orthodontist appointment so right before it my mom said,” While she’s at the orthodontist I need to take you to walmart.’’ When I asked her why

When I got my first dog was when I was either 7 or 8 years old. It was the biggest surprise ever, I have been complaining that I wanted a baby bulldog for a long time. So I took a day off of school and my mom took me to Waterloo that evening. I was so curious to where we were going, I was so excited to see where we were going I couldn’t wait longer so I kept asking all these questions about where we were at or where we were going? What are we doing?.

She came home, and immediately I knew something was off; even though I used my usually effective methods of persuasion, she did not want to play. Even her favourite squeaky toy didn’t make her want to play. She told me to go lie down, and I did—because that’s what good dogs do.

Wrapped up in my pink, cozy, warm, blanket, trying to catch a few more winks of sleep before the earsplitting alarm abruptly awakened me, a pitter-patter sound entered my dreams. Reluctantly, I sleepily forced one eye open, then the other, and propped myself up on my elbow to notice a lengthy, ochre, blurry streak barreling through the hallway so quick, that, in my confusion, I tricked myself into believing that I might have just witnessed a cheetah in my hallway.

The air was frosty and cold as I was holding on for dear life on my snowmobile as I went flying over a hill too fast. As I was in the air i was thinking “ohh shoot” because I was falling off it. But as it came to the ground I crashed on it. After it happened I looked up from the snow and I was kind of laughing in my head and our friends were yelling “what are you doing” and he hopped on his snowmobile and was coming by me. As he came he was like “what are you doing”? (while laughing) and respond with “I don’t know” (also while laughing). As he was looking at it I noticed I snapped the gas handle and it broke. This is just one of my memories.

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