October 06, 2013

My Pet

Essay : [My Pet]

English Essay on "My Pet"

My Pet

Most owners of pets are proud of the fact that their pets are the best in the world. I take pride in my pet not only because it is the best in the world, but because I made it what it is.

My pet is a dog, a mongrel that can lay no claim to any particular pedigree. Even I , its trainer master, cannot name, or point out, I father or mother. I found it wandering on the road that passes by our Housing Estate. One day as I went out for a walk, I saw it for the first time. It was busy jumping, gamboling and entirely unmindful of the vehicles anyone of which might have crushed it to death, rolling over its head, right in the middle of the road. I took pity on the poor, innocent, little creature, that it was, and carried it home.

I named it Found, because I had found it. The very next morning I took it to the local veterinary surgeon and had it inoculated against rabies on the way back home. I bought it a stylish collar and a chain which is strong and beautiful, but not very heavy.

For a few weeks it gave us much trouble by creeping, under the fence, into the neighboring houses, and answering the call of nature whenever and wherever it felt like doing so.(4essay.blogspot.com) But now it has grown too big to be able to creep under the fences, and too sensible not to fulfill all requirements of hygiene and sanitation. And its chain and collar are sure to keep it in its place when I am not at home to let it indulge in freedom under close supervision.

I might have brought fondly home with me out of pity, but I am not very sure of that now. Perhaps I had fallen in love with it-at first sight. I have grown so fond of it now that I cannot eat, walk, play, or even sleep, unless it is close to me.

When I go out for a walk, fondly follows me. I take tennis -ball with me. I throw it as far as I can, and Found runs to retrieve it. Sometimes, when fondly is keen to run about but when I am in no mood to join in the game of throwing and retrieving, it licks my feet and wags its tail, as if requesting me to throwaway the ball. Sometimes it growls as if in protest against my failure to comply with its wishes. On some days, it engages in all kinds of 'horse play'. One of its favorite tricks is to place both its forepaws on one of my feet, and slowly to climb up the leg until it can hold on no longer and falls back full length. Often it lies on the ground before me with the legs pointing upwards. On such occasions I cannot help playing with it. And it is ever ready to shake hands. It does so, very gracefully, with its right forepaw raised to be given into my hand.

It is a very intelligent animal. It knows that it is not supposed to follow me to school or to any other place, except when I go for a walk or when I specifically call it to come along. Though it is unable to say anything, it takes a large number of spoken orders. Besides, it keeps a thoroughly efficient watch over the house, when we are out during the day, and at night. It is not given to that meaningless yelling that you might find the Alsatians addicted to.

At the moment, I am very carefully going through a book on the keeping and training of dogs. I hope that one day I shall succeed in making a great dog out of this fondly, the foundling.

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