Personal Narrative: The Golden Retriever Dog
Max was my best friend. He was a very lively golden retriever with a golden brown body and a white chest. My father got the dog before I was born, and just when he meets my mom. I remember feeding him table scraps and my mom getting mad because he shouldn’t have table scraps. When I was 3 years old he would snuggle with me before I went to bed, but after I got a bunk bed then he would just sleep on the floor of my room. My sister didn’t really get to see him much because he was still a baby when he had to be put down. Max is the name of the golden retriever dog. Maxes favorite toy was a stuffed swirl. Max had a great favorite place by our house, was by an old bridge. That bridge is not operable now but he loved it. When I was little I would ride him like a horse. He would run up and down the stairs with me on his back. Max did not like cats he killed 3 of our neighbors cats in one week, and
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Riley was a very aggressive dog. That morning he had climbed on Max’s back and threw him to the ground. After that they day was normal, I rode the bus from grandma and grandpas house to school and then got back on the bus at 3:15. When I got home at about 6:30 P.M. I saw Max’s collar on the dining room table. I didn’t think much about it and just started to eat my supper. Then when my dad came in carrying Max’s body into the house. I knew what happened, he was dead. My dad was crying, he had just lost his best friend. At that point I didn’t know what happened. I was little, but latter that night I found out what had happened to Max, he broke three bones in his body because of Riley throwing him to the ground that morning. After we found out why Max had to be put down, we made the tough decision to put Riley down to because he was to aggressive. That day that I lost Max was a day I lost a part of me. I was so sad. I understand now why my best friend was put
Riley was a very aggressive dog. That morning he had climbed on Max’s back and threw him to the ground. After that they day was normal, I rode the bus from grandma and grandpas house to school and then got back on the bus at 3:15. When I got home at about 6:30 P.M. I saw Max’s collar on the dining room table. I didn’t think much about it and just started to eat my supper. Then when my dad came in carrying Max’s body into the house. I knew what happened, he was dead. My dad was crying, he had just lost his best friend. At that point I didn’t know what happened. I was little, but latter that night I found out what had happened to Max, he broke three bones in his body because of Riley throwing him to the ground that morning. After we found out why Max had to be put down, we made the tough decision to put Riley down to because he was to aggressive. That day that I lost Max was a day I lost a part of me. I was so sad. I understand now why my best friend was put