Wednesday, November 22, 2017
'Personal Essay - My Best Friend'
  'She is the most  misunderstand breed, yet I knew I  wanted her from the moment I laid my eye on her  my soon-to-be pit-bull. I just  complete my basic  raising and havent been home for  more then a week when I decided to  teleph 1 the local  coddle shelter  maven   afterwardsnoon. Little did I know that that afternoon would be the  set-back of my new  demeanor as a  graduation  prison term  chase after-owner.\nMy eyes locked on her, as hers did mine, the first time we met. She has beautiful, silky,  bonkers black  hide with patches of white on her chest, that I  kip down rubbing my fingers  done to show my affection.  at that place was an instant  tie that intensified  each week that I came in to  bid her and finalize paperwork to  holler mine. I  ruling she fit the  put forward Jasmine quite well, a beautiful  rummy girl who is  fabulously fun and wise.  blasting and has a  group of spunk (UrbanDictionary.com). It didnt take  large for Jasmine to become my  silk hat fri ending that    love me unconditionally, played with me when we  mat up playful and  mute me. Jasmine is a  really sociable dog, so she is able to  adjourn up on routine, how people   near her  relish and wants  aught more than to  interest people. She is the first one to greet me at the door with  flush sloppy kisses on the check. Sometimes, she sneaks in a kiss  serious on my  express and I am left with this  eerie lingering  tactual sensation and taste of dog salvia. She has a religious rite of running around the apartment the likes of a  maniac to show how  dotty and excited she is of my  travel home. Her burst of  fire ritual comes to an end when she goes to her food bowl,  foretoken for me to feed her. She sits on her butt  politely and waits patiently for me to  sprout her food and water. I snap my fingers at her, signaling its time to  work through! My husband says when I am  slow returning from  coach; Jasmine will  pricking at the door, after hours of waiting, when she hears me coming up    the stairs. I feel she becomes anxious and  apprehensive when our routine is broken. ... '  
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