Descriptive Essay

Descriptive Essay Rough Draft How can people be so comfortable with dogs that are known to be aggressive or even kill in some cases? They treat them as if they were cuddly teddy bears even though they can cause so much harm so quickly. But I never thought to ask these questions when I was a young, naïve child. I knew as much about dogs as a child who watches cartoons all day should: that they were “man’s best friend.” But one day my innocence was stripped away from me, and I developed and retained a fear for years, all because of a dog. It all started one day when my friends, who were also my neighbors, announced that they had purchased a new dog. Awesome, I thought to myself. Their last dog, Champ, had been a wonderful, loving, cuddly German Sheppard that never harmed anyone. I was saddened by his death, but I was happy that they now had a second version of him. Unfortunately, I could not have been more wrong. The minute I stepped into my neighbors’ house, and I saw the dog’s dark, brown, cold eyes, and its long, white, sharp teeth, I knew that my dreams of a second Champ were destroyed. This glare between us, between man and his “best friend,” went on for what felt like hours. I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, but ignored my premonition and went to the backyard with my friends anyway. What a silly mistake. We were sitting outside having a picnic when everything started to go wrong. The dog followed me around, as if stalking its prey, waiting for it to tire so it could go for the kill. I finally became uncomfortable with what was going on and decided to distance myself from this predator. I heard the call of my friends’ parents saying, “Don’t run from her. She’ll chase you because she thinks you’re playing.” Of course, I ran anyway, with the dog in hot pursuit. How could something that looked just like Champ, the nicest dog I had ever known, be such a monster? I thought to myself the entire time. As you can imagine, running in a