By: Leyla Rashid Grade 6
Sport, that name brings back so many memories. He was one of my best friends. He played with me, protected me, and he cared about me. You would think such a big dog would be mean or something like that. But Sport was my gentle giant, He liked other dogs, he never bit anyone, he loved to meet new people and he never barked. I know what you are thinking, what a great dog.
Imagine this and you’ll know what the general idea or what he looked liked: He’s tall, brown with white markings. He’s got big ears, a wet nose, and a strong, long tail. You probably don’t know what kind of dog he is so I will tell you, he is and Ibezan(sic) Hound.
Sport and I did everything together. We especially liked to go on long walks and play fetch. We thought the fun would last forever.
But then, in the summer of 2001, tragedy struck. Sport was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in his spine. His health was deteriorating right in front of my eyes. The veterinarians said there was no cure, but there was a treatment. We spent so much time and money on him. We wouldn’t let one of the best dogs in the world go without a fight.
He didn’t get better. The veterinarians suggested that we should take him to a special veterinary hospital in Purdue. On the way to the vet, I remembered all the good times we had together. I stroked his fur all the way there.
When we got to the hospital, they first checked him and ran some tests. But in the end, they said it would be best for Sport if they put him to sleep to end his pain. I stood in the room and held his paw while they put the needle in him until he stopped breathing.
But one thing I have learned from this experience, is that no matter what the dog’s condition is, you have to feed it, give it water, take it out on walks, play with it, and most importantly… LOVE IT! Yes, I still miss Sport, but I know he is in a better place now.
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20100413
My Dog Roger
By: Liam Perry 6th Grade
My dog Roger is a black, white and brown beagle-Australian shepherd mix. He is very loveable and is one of those dogs who will lie down on your feet, roll over, and squirm around until you give him a stomach rub. He may be lazy but he is also trained. He knows the commands sit, down, stay, heel, and come.
My favorite memory of Roger is when we got him. My mom had seen him at the farmers marked because the animal shelter takes them there to get exercise and meet possible adopters. She had absolutely fallen in love with him. When we went to the shelter we found out that he had just been taken to a foster home. The shelter people had to call the family and have them bring Roger back. Once they were back we got to take Roger home.
Another of my memories is getting Roger trained. We took him to 2 classes where he learned all of his commands. One of the tests for stay is the instructor would roll a ball past a line of dogs in stay. The first time all the dogs bolted and kept running into each other trying to get the ball. It was hilarious.
Roger is special to me because we had to get rid of my last dog and after that it was quiet and lonely. Now Roger is here everything is the way it should be and I have my friend back. Its nice to have a friend who is never busy, who can play with me.
I believe that caring for animals is important because they are living things and disserve the same care and respect as we do. Also because if we do not animals will be killed or will become strays and starve or be hit by cars.
My dog Roger is a black, white and brown beagle-Australian shepherd mix. He is very loveable and is one of those dogs who will lie down on your feet, roll over, and squirm around until you give him a stomach rub. He may be lazy but he is also trained. He knows the commands sit, down, stay, heel, and come.
My favorite memory of Roger is when we got him. My mom had seen him at the farmers marked because the animal shelter takes them there to get exercise and meet possible adopters. She had absolutely fallen in love with him. When we went to the shelter we found out that he had just been taken to a foster home. The shelter people had to call the family and have them bring Roger back. Once they were back we got to take Roger home.
Another of my memories is getting Roger trained. We took him to 2 classes where he learned all of his commands. One of the tests for stay is the instructor would roll a ball past a line of dogs in stay. The first time all the dogs bolted and kept running into each other trying to get the ball. It was hilarious.
Roger is special to me because we had to get rid of my last dog and after that it was quiet and lonely. Now Roger is here everything is the way it should be and I have my friend back. Its nice to have a friend who is never busy, who can play with me.
I believe that caring for animals is important because they are living things and disserve the same care and respect as we do. Also because if we do not animals will be killed or will become strays and starve or be hit by cars.
20100411
The Gentle Giant
By: Leyla Rashid Grade 6
Sport, that name brings back so many memories. He was one of my best friends. He played with me, protected me, and he cared about me. You would think such a big dog would be mean or something like that. But Sport was my gentle giant,
He liked other dogs, he never bit anyone, he loved to meet new people and he never barked. I know what you are thinking, what a great dog.
Imagine this and you’ll know what the general idea or what he looked liked: He’s tall, brown with white markings. He’s got big ears, a wet nose, and a strong, long tail. You probably don’t know what kind of dog he is so I will tell you, he is and Ibezan(sic) Hound.
Sport and I did everything together. We especially liked to go on long walks and play fetch. We thought the fun would last forever.
But then, in the summer of 2001, tragedy struck. Sport was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in his spine. His health was deteriorating right in front of my eyes. The veterinarians said there was no cure, but there was a treatment. We spent so much time and money on him. We wouldn’t let one of the best dogs in the world go without a fight.
He didn’t get better. The veterinarians suggested that we should take him to a special veterinary hospital in Purdue. On the way to the vet, I remembered all the good times we had together. I stroked his fur all the way there.
When we got to the hospital, they first checked him and ran some tests. But in the end, they said it would be best for Sport if they put him to sleep to end his pain. I stood in the room and held his paw while they put the needle in him until he stopped breathing.
But one thing I have learned from this experience, is that no matter what the dog’s condition is, you have to feed it, give it water, take it out on walks, play with it, and most importantly… LOVE IT! Yes, I still miss Sport, but I know he is in a better place now.
Sport, that name brings back so many memories. He was one of my best friends. He played with me, protected me, and he cared about me. You would think such a big dog would be mean or something like that. But Sport was my gentle giant,
He liked other dogs, he never bit anyone, he loved to meet new people and he never barked. I know what you are thinking, what a great dog.
Imagine this and you’ll know what the general idea or what he looked liked: He’s tall, brown with white markings. He’s got big ears, a wet nose, and a strong, long tail. You probably don’t know what kind of dog he is so I will tell you, he is and Ibezan(sic) Hound.
Sport and I did everything together. We especially liked to go on long walks and play fetch. We thought the fun would last forever.
But then, in the summer of 2001, tragedy struck. Sport was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in his spine. His health was deteriorating right in front of my eyes. The veterinarians said there was no cure, but there was a treatment. We spent so much time and money on him. We wouldn’t let one of the best dogs in the world go without a fight.
He didn’t get better. The veterinarians suggested that we should take him to a special veterinary hospital in Purdue. On the way to the vet, I remembered all the good times we had together. I stroked his fur all the way there.
When we got to the hospital, they first checked him and ran some tests. But in the end, they said it would be best for Sport if they put him to sleep to end his pain. I stood in the room and held his paw while they put the needle in him until he stopped breathing.
But one thing I have learned from this experience, is that no matter what the dog’s condition is, you have to feed it, give it water, take it out on walks, play with it, and most importantly… LOVE IT! Yes, I still miss Sport, but I know he is in a better place now.
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