The Life of my Dog Precious
Within the animal kingdom, few animals have the characteristics to co exist with humans. Dogs, however, are the exception. For centuries dogs have been known as man’s best friend. Throughout the test of time dogs have proven to be the most loyal and the truest friends. “Dogs are not just our proverbial best friends in the animal world but probably our oldest” (Phillips 12). With this in mind I understand the reason that my dog Precious is my most treasured and loyal friend.
On December 24, 1993 I opened my mom’s purse to get some Tylenol and out popped a little puppy. Its fur was soft and blonde, she had freckles on her nose, and she had droopy eyes. It was a Cocker Spaniel. She was so adorable that my family and I decided to name her “Precious.” She was the greatest present anyone could have asked for. Precious, unlike most dogs, has lived an incredible life. She has been dog knapped three different times and taken to Georgia each time. She has been shot, ran over by a car, and experienced many other life threatening experiences. This dog has been through it all.
After having her only two weeks, we decided to visit my grandmother. Precious did not like o be left alone, so when I looked around and noticed she was nowhere to be found, we all got a little worried. My family and I started searching all over the house. Finally, my grandmother heard a weird noise coming from the bathroom. Sure enough, it was Precious. She fallen in the toilet while trying to drink out of it, and could not get out. Thanks to my grandmother’s great hearing, Precious did not drown.
Throughout Precious’s puppy years we had to repair many things that she destroyed. One day before school I forgot to check my room to see if Precious had followed me out, and she was locked in my room all day. When I returned home from school all my carpet was dug up and my curtains were torn down. My mom was really pissed. We also had to put a brand new heating and air conditioning unit in my aunt and uncle’s house because Precious chewed their old one up trying to get out of their basement.
A few years down the road, Precious finally had gotten out of chewing things up, but never overcame her fear of being locked up by herself. The summer before my seventh grade year, my family went on vacation to Myrtle Beach. We arrived home to find that Precious was missing. I was devastated. I cried for days. It was like I had lost my best friend in the whole world. My dad put an article in the newspaper, called the police, and called the people who had stayed in our rental cabin directly below our house. There was no luck with the newspaper or the police, but the cabin renters said that they had not seen the dog the entire time that they stayed. We knew they were lying because the cabin cleaners found dog food cans in the trash. My dad called back and they quickly denied taking her. ...