ESSAY ON MY PET DOG

 

I own a pet, that is a dog and his name is Rocco. He is a golden retriever and is 7 years old. Rocco is extremely friendly, obedient, loyal and calm. He is not aggressive at all, he greets my friends and my relatives in a very friendly and calm manner. He just loves going out for a walk, especially in the Naidu Garden, because Naidu Garden hosts a lot of flowers and a beautiful jungle gym.

He is fascinated by all the kids who play in the garden or in the jungle gym. Rocco has two ears, one of his ears is very small and bended as Rocco was involved in a road traffic accident when he was only 4 months old. That is when I met Rocco, he was severely injured so I took him to a vet.

The vet treated him, gave some medicines and me and my father decided to keep Rocco as our pet. I became his friend as soon as we met but now we are best friends. My life is incomplete without him. I love Rocco a lot. I take him on walks, feed him his favourite chicken rice, we play ball together and we even sleep together.

One day I got a lot of homework from my school so I was busy in completing my homework. I did not get a single minute to be with Rocco. He was getting frustrated with each passing second, he wanted to be with me and play with me, but I was busy with my homework. Rocco got angry and tore my homework in irritation.

was so infuriated, I felt like beating Rocco, but I did not beat him up. I cried a lot that day and got scolding in school the next day. I blamed Rocco and hated him for that. I did not talk to Rocco for almost 2 weeks. He was also sorry for his behaviour. He was trying to talk to me, to play with me but I did not want to do either of the thing.

Eventually as the time passed I forgot that thing and started being and playing with Rocco like before. I realised that love is far more greater and powerful than hatred, and it made my love for Rocco stronger than before.

Rocco is a great help to my mother also, he always stands beside her, when she cooks, in this way Rocco gets to be in the kitchen and my mother does not feels lonely while cooking.

Rocco has a great sense of smell and hearing. He can hear even the slightest of the sounds. I remember when Rocco was 2 years old, a burglar had broken into our house. All the members of the house were in sound sleep. We were not aware of the fact that there was someone in our house.

Rocco immediately woke up and started barking loudly. The burglar got alarmed by his barking and was about to leave but my father saw the burglar. My father called the police and the burglar was arrested. Everyone in the house thanked Rocco and he even got one of  his favourite food, that is, meat balls the next day.

And now when Rocco is getting old with each passing day, he is still my favourite, my best friend. I still cannot imagine my life without him. He cannot play ball like before because of his age, but still is a very fast runner.