Descriptive Essay By Moon 11-10-2012

My Dog Named Beau

Lying on my living room floor is a curled up fuzzy-ball dog named Beau. When I was a kid, my mother had a dog and he lived in a cage all his life. I had always wanted a dog as a child, and now I have found a perfect dog. He is adorable, smart, loving and his has an up lifting personality. He will never live in a cage.

Beau was born in Venango, NE. He is from the Cairn Breed. His father was Sebastian, who was more handsome than King Charles, and his mom’s name was Amanda. Beau is very handsome. He has soft curly hair and a stocky body shape. He has white, light and French vanilla ice creme colored hair. He has beautiful glass brown marble eyes, a big round black clown nose, and cute little mouse-like triangular ears. He also has a cute round-shaped face. When he was 2 months old, he was so tiny and adorable, the size of a fava bean. I held him in my palm; his fur was silky and smooth, especially when he fell asleep on my lap. I often walked him outside of my apartment, and he had a curious approach to everything, smells, sounds or sights. As a puppy, he loved to play with my flip flop, even though the flip flop was bigger than he. He found a way to lift his face up so he could drag the sandal without tripping over it. When I spoke to him, his little triangle ears flipped upward and his head tilted to the side; he looked at me with a response like he knew what I was saying to him.

As Beau got older, he still was smaller then an average size dog, yet he was able to outsmart them. He had a yellow lab friend named Chowser, who was 3 times his size. When they were playing, Beau would aim for the legs, and he zig zagged underneath Chowser’s feet. Chaser would get so frustrated and annoyed. When they played hide and run, Chowser couldn’t ever keep up with Beau, because he would duck under and jump over obstacles. He also ran at the speed of light; therefore, he was able to get treats and dog toys much quicker than other dogs. I spent good amounts of time training him. At first, I teased him with the treat, just to teach him how to stand up and dance. I then taught him how to roll over and crawl. The best trick was I put my finger out with the shape of a gun, and his eyes stared straight at my hand like it was a T-bone steak. When I said, “bam-bam” he than fell over to the ground on his side and pretended he had been shot and played dead. He liked to chase little critters when he found one on the tree, on top of the fence, or on the roof of the gutter. He would stalk them for hours on end until they screamed. I could see a smile on his face of victory.

I often worked long hours and late at night. When I arrived home, he greeted me with a cheery, enthusiastic and happy-to-see-me attitude. When I was sad, he popped his face on my lap, and when I was happy, he brought me his ball and we played fetch. Every morning we woke up, I said good morning to him, and he then came over and sat on my chest as his way of greeting me. He often flopped his buttock on top of my foot to claim his ownership. He sometimes placed his face between my feet, to tell me he missed me. When I was agitated and angry at him, he would greet me with his eager pleasing attitude. He has never seen a cage since he was 6 months old because his affectionate and marvelous good nature enables him to keep his freedom. With his delightful and charming personality people love him, and he returns the love back to people with pure joy and sincerity.

History tells us that large mammals were all domesticated between 8000 and 2500 B.C. Domestication began with the dog. To a certain extent that I am a jailer for my dog; any freedom he achieves must be acquired by wheedling it out of me. I had to teach him how to obey me and do as I asked of him. It is true that he is entirely dependent on me when he is with me. I decide where to go, how long to stay, when to leave, and what he can and cannot do. Am I GOD to him and is he slave to me? In retrospect, I think not.
He is just like me, a social being in a well-defined group. I think that he loves me because I feed him, walk him, groom him, and protect him. Astonishingly, those are the reasons why he is loving me unconditionally.