Personal Narrative: My First Dog
“Dogs are great. Bad dogs, if you can really call them that, are perhaps the greatest of them all.”
― John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog
Sharp, fast gasps and a swift pointing finger always proceeds when I spot a dog. An excitable, breathy, “Dog!” escapes my mouth and I always scurry over to the dog’s owner and asks if I can pet them. I’ve owned two dogs in my lifetime, and lived with another. I’m what some people would call a dog person. So for some, it might be unsurprising to find out that I credit a lot of how I am to dogs.
My first dog was a disaster. I’d gotten a Shih-Tzu as a seventh birthday present. She forewent obedience training and socialization. I didn’t walk her, didn’t clean up after her, and spoiled her rotten. Literally. It was unsurprising years later when she’d nipped at people unprovoked or would race around the house in a dizzying state, knocking vases off stands and knocking over unsteady chairs. Though on occasion, I found humor in her badness. The most hilarious incident being …show more content…
On one incident, I remember attending a Questbridge conference for Prep Scholars over the Summer. We had to leave Romeo home alone overnight. I had to meet my mother a town over and so when I left at 11am, Romeo would only get two minor visits from our neighbor until we came home at 11pm the next day. I was tired on my way back, the ride was close to two hours and it was late but that didn’t negate the fact that Romeo hadn’t been walked. So despite the lateness and heavy rainfall, I grabbed his harness and leash, smiling as he happy skittered despite a full bladder. We’d slipped down wet steps and I couldn’t help but laugh landing on my butt next to him with his one ear luffed up. He gotten his walk, I’d gotten a good laugh. Romeo may have been my second chance at learning responsibility, but he helped further Sheba’s lessons in the importance of laughter for
― John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog
Sharp, fast gasps and a swift pointing finger always proceeds when I spot a dog. An excitable, breathy, “Dog!” escapes my mouth and I always scurry over to the dog’s owner and asks if I can pet them. I’ve owned two dogs in my lifetime, and lived with another. I’m what some people would call a dog person. So for some, it might be unsurprising to find out that I credit a lot of how I am to dogs.
My first dog was a disaster. I’d gotten a Shih-Tzu as a seventh birthday present. She forewent obedience training and socialization. I didn’t walk her, didn’t clean up after her, and spoiled her rotten. Literally. It was unsurprising years later when she’d nipped at people unprovoked or would race around the house in a dizzying state, knocking vases off stands and knocking over unsteady chairs. Though on occasion, I found humor in her badness. The most hilarious incident being …show more content…
On one incident, I remember attending a Questbridge conference for Prep Scholars over the Summer. We had to leave Romeo home alone overnight. I had to meet my mother a town over and so when I left at 11am, Romeo would only get two minor visits from our neighbor until we came home at 11pm the next day. I was tired on my way back, the ride was close to two hours and it was late but that didn’t negate the fact that Romeo hadn’t been walked. So despite the lateness and heavy rainfall, I grabbed his harness and leash, smiling as he happy skittered despite a full bladder. We’d slipped down wet steps and I couldn’t help but laugh landing on my butt next to him with his one ear luffed up. He gotten his walk, I’d gotten a good laugh. Romeo may have been my second chance at learning responsibility, but he helped further Sheba’s lessons in the importance of laughter for