shanwich
When I got a free puppy from a one-eyed man at a apple orchard, I had no idea she would grow up to be my service dog.
When I got a free puppy from a one-eyed man at a apple orchard, I had no idea she would grow up to be my service dog.
My aunt was disgusted I cried harder for the death of my dog than I did for my grandmother, but she didn't realize my dog was in my life for 16 years while grandma was only around for seven.
That night ended eventfully with one traumatized dog, two irritated parents, one hormonal crying teenager, and hundreds of gallons of water down the drain, but it's okay because my dog no longer has poop all over his body.
Our dog ate a palm tree seed and two thousand dollars later he's still alive.
When her shaky and sobbing voicemail said to call her back asap, the worst thing I could think of was maybe her dog was dead, not her father.
I was excited that on my last day of high school I would be able to sleep in until my brother woke me up at the regular time to let me watch my dog, who I had had since kindergarten, die as I stroked her little ears.
Upon seeing how upset my mother became over the death of our dog, I realized how much I would have devastated her if my suicide attempt had succeeded.
I realized I'm a true dog person when I had a dinner of plain pasta and a stolen snickers bar, because I couldn't afford anything more than that after buying my dog's prescription food.
Hungover and with a cup of coffee shakily held aloft, I did not see the deer grazing on the front lawn when I opened the door for my frantic dog.
The day we brought our newborn daughter home from the hospital, our dog got hit by a car and died.
I never realized how much my husband farted until we boarded the dog for a few days.
I'm so glad you licked the tears off my face before you died.
Because of my dog, we've had to put stickers at the bottom of the glass door so she doesn't keep walking into it.
My dog set the security alarm off, and as a result, 32 policemen with 8 police cars rushed to my house.
Today I adopted a pup from the animal shelter, and bought a vacuum cleaner.
My pit bull-rottweiler only eats cat treats and is scared of my eight pound cat.
The first thing I noticed after my dog died was how much food was accumulating on the kitchen floor.
"Oh, sorry," said the woman unenthusiastically as her 100 pound dog jumped with full force on my 5'0 frame.
There's no graceful way to lower a dog's body into a four-foot-deep hole, no matter how hard you try.
I awoke this morning to the sensation of my dog, curled up against me under the covers, licking my butt.
I'm reconsidering allowing my dog to sleep with me after I found a flea on me this morning.
My dog was so desperate to avoid his bath that he pretended to vomit.
I still wish I had taken the F instead of the A on the online test I hurried to finish while I could hear my dog dying on the kitchen floor.
If I could've stopped laughing long enough, it may have occurred to me that perhaps my quacking dog needed to see a vet.
My childhood and my dog share a grave in my backyard.
I didn't tell her the candy she popped in her mouth had just been half-eaten by the dog.
As I skidded on a trail of pee on the hardwood floor, I realized I couldn't be with the one I love because I hate his dog.
Yesterday he pooped cotton and today he threw up eye balls.
I was so nervous my dog would eat my resume that I printed out five of them and hid them in various places around the house, only to come home to my dress shoes in pieces sprawled across the floor.
I told my boss that when my dog died I would need a week of for a death in the family.
I nearly fell off my bike laughing after seeing the standard poodle sniffing around on the housetop without a care in the world, particularly to that of gravity.
I am so glad I got that chance to just hold him and talk to him and breathe in his little doggie smell.
My dog just bit my mean neighbor, but while I apologized profusely to him I was secretly deciding on what kind of treat to give her when we got back home.
As I chased my dog down the street, I cursed the idiot who opened the gate to leave the yard and failed to latch it back.
It's sad that my mother's cancer-filled dog seemed more frisky and alert on the day before he was put to sleep than he had been in years.
Later, I would realize that I cried harder when my dog died than I did at Mom's funeral.
I told him he wasn't allowed to die until I was ready to say goodbye, but he didn't listen.
My dog has eaten a bag of Hershey Kisses, an entire Vonnegut novel and a tube of super glue without ill effect, but a bowl of the wrong brand of dog food required a roll of paper towels and a bottle of disinfectant to remedy.
One of the worst feelings comes along with seeing your dog dying in the middle of the road after you accidently ran over her.
As my dog of 15 years lay lifeless in my arms, I was screaming her name so loud that I swear she could hear me in death, because she woke up and wagged her tail.
On Sunday morning when I woke up I didn't have a dog, but by Sunday afternoon I was chasing ducks in the park with Zeus.
I can run about as fast as my dog when I'm barefoot and his leash is attached to a fifteen-pound plastic chair.