Narrative Essay: A Short Story Of A Dog

Moby I sat in the car, my heart fluttering. After months of begging and convincing my mom finally agreed to adopt a dog. I stared out the window watching the leaves dance like butterflies through the cool winter breeze. I saw a little girl being tugged along the sidewalk by a Saint Bernard with fluffy hair like a mop, soaking up the rain from the night before. Soon I saw all that my dog could be, a tiny puppy, with fur as soft as a cloud in the sky, that would bark and jump at my feet when I entered the room, a dog who stood tall and would sprint through the park in search of a ball, or a small dog with long, silky fur who would curl up next to me as I closed my eyes.
The honk of a car jerked me back to reality. The car rolled and rumbled into the parking lot. I threw off my seat belt, leaped out of the car and dashed up to the door. A lady behind the front desk motioned her hand towards a row of seats. I sat down, tapped my foot and listened to the distant woof and occasional bark of the dogs. I shot up when I saw the door start to open. A lady with short brown hair stepped out with a dog. My smile started to fade. He was short and fat like a pig, and his black and
I glared back at the Animal shelter as Moby slowly pulled himself into the car with a thump and we left, leaving a trail of grey smoke behind us. After a few minutes I heard a crinkle coming from the back. Then a bark. I turned around and stared in the back. Little pieces of plastic bag littered the car and in the middle of it all sat Moby, next to a half-eaten pizza. Gooey tomato sauce dripped from his face. He sat there looking down at the floor like a child caught drawing on the walls. All of a sudden I erupted into laughter. Soon my face was red and my mouth was stretched into a wide grin. Moby hopped up to me licked my hand, I grabbed him and pulled him into a big hug even though he smelled like dirt and rotten