sarah neely
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The Day I Brought You Home
I remember the day I met our dog for the first time. My family and I received a pamphlet from an animal shelter looking for people to adopt mistreated cats and dogs. As a family, we concluded that it was time to add another member to the family. The day finally came, and it was time to go to the event the shelter organized. My siblings and I were overjoyed on the ride over and beamed with excitement as we looked over at the event. The shelter had hundreds of animals looking for new homes, ranging from every breed and age. We were specifically looking for a dog due to my parent's cat allergy and roamed the event looking for the right one. My attention was mostly focused on all the different breeds of puppies I came across. Although my siblings and I enjoyed playing with the puppies, our parents strictly told us we were looking for a grown dog. It was hard to overlook the puppies, but we knew they were often the first to go. We looked over many different dogs spanning from German Shepards, Poodles, Dalmations, and even a very mean Chihuahua. My siblings and I looked over some dogs more than once but couldn't seem to find the right one. We became worried that we would return home without a new friend. At one point my dad called my sister and me over-pointed at a dog and said, "What about this one?" My sister and I took one look and replied, "No, I don't think so." I remember looking over at the dog and thought that it wasn't the best-looking, and I couldn't even begin to comprehend the breed. The dog's fur was a long unkempt brown color with golden eyes. My sister and I weren't interested in bringing a mutt home and continued to look at other more presentable dogs. Eventually, my dad had convinced me to come over to meet the dog outside of the cage it occupied. When I arrived the dog was licking my dad's face as he kneeled to greet it. He looked over and said, "Her name is Tilly." I kneeled next to her and got a good whiff of the stench she radiated. As she took a look at me, I got a good look at those beautiful golden eyes she possessed. The next thing I knew, my face was covered in the saliva she engrossed onto my face. I don't think I ever smiled as big as I did then. It wasn't long before the rest of my family was welcomed by the same engross licking of our new family member. I don't think I've ever seen a dog as happy as she was then. We were told she was saved from the house of a dog hoarder who mistreated them and left the dogs in very unsanitary conditions. They told us they didn't know much about her and assumed she was around two years old. It didn't take long for us to decide to adopt her and fill out her adoption papers. My siblings and I happily skipped with her to our car and argued about who she was going to sit next to in our big minivan. Immediately we drove to the pet store and allowed her to pick out anything she wanted to take home with her. She picked out a nice big bed to sleep on, and a red collar to put around her neck. It wasn't until we arrived home that she had begun to come out of her shell. Intuitively I could tell how happy she was. She was zooming all around the house and on the furniture. It was exciting to watch her run around in our fenced-in backyard, where she showed us how fast she could run. Our dog Chan Tilly was finally allowed to run around freely without feeling cramped or neglected. The day we brought her home has become my favorite memory of her and I can guarantee it was the best day of her life.
By sarah neely4 years ago in Petlife
The Price We Pay For Flight
Growing up I had everything. The perfect parents who spoiled me with unconditional love and affection. I got everything I ever longed for, endless gifts no matter the price range. If I asked, it was mine, no questions asked. Never did I predict how much I was going to lose.
By sarah neely4 years ago in Fiction
