my dog Trooper :: essays research papers

Trooper     Two memories persist bulge from when I was a kid. One was the day the Nintendo Entertainment system of rules hit the shelves. The other was the day a boys outstrip friend came into my world. Who would have thought that this day would become one of the happiest long time of my life?      It was in the middle of spring on a straitlaced sunny day. I had just finished my last game from my unpaid basketball league. Our team lost, but I put in my ii points, along with two solid quarters of bench warming. I was neer much of an athlete, but rather a mathlete. Regardless, I still had a lot of fun playing sports.     On our authority home from the game, my dadaism and I stopped at several pet stores. I was genuinely confused. He neglected to tell me what we were doing, but I gladly play along. All together we must have stopped at cardinal or five different pet stores. We bought a pack of track bones, a dro p back collar and leash, get across shampoo, dog food, and a dog cage. Now I am not the kind of person to lift to conclusions, but I think I was catching on to something. We proceeded home after spending a near 200 dollars on dog supplies.Once we got home, my dad asked, "Joe, What do you want to do today?" I could tell by the sound of his voice that he had asked a rhetorical question. Although at the age of eight I had no idea what a rhetorical question was, I knew he was telling me that we were on our bearing to the animal shelter.My parents and I jumped into our 1989 blue Aerostar van. My brother was away on a camping trip, so it was just the three of us. The 20-minute drive felt alike two hours, and I can remember every second of it. We drive up to the shelter on a smooth paved bridle-path that went up to a hill. An empty pasture was on our left side and an old cemetery was on our right. The shelter witnessed like a undersized prison. It stood alone in the middle of an open field, surrounded by fence. We jumped out of our van and headed up the walkway. As we walked through the front door, we were forced to look at the cats. Walking through the cat section was the only way to get to the dog kennel part.