Personal Narrative: Mother And Miniature Poodle

Mother: One of A Kind When I first met Mother she was running down a hill towards me, looking like the head of a mop. She was nine years old and little did I know then about her circumstances. Her playful, curious, and peppy personality have served her well. As a white, curly-haired Bichon Frise, she is a cross between a Miniature Poodle and a Cocker Spaniel. The American Kennel Association recognized the breed in 1972. Her large brown eyes and short legs support her long, sturdy body. When she walks, she waddles from side to side. Her large ears flop backwards as she runs in the wind, while her tail curls upward. Mother has been referred to as a toy and lives up to her name and her origin; while being a survivor with resilience,

The original owners planned to keep all of the dogs, but eventually experienced problems that led to them to ask their friend to temporarily take care of them. However, they abandoned the dogs. Then, her second owner sold her puppies, which traumatized Mother because they had been together for some time. This resulted, in her developing an open sore on her left leg because she used to lick the area to relieve her anxiety. In addition, she used to pick out her hair on her lower back to calm her nerves. With more attention now, Mother’s hair has fully grown out into a beautiful coat. In the wintertime, she looks like a show dog with her hair appearing like cotton. Getting out to walk the neighborhood, visit parks, and going for rides are some of her favorite activities. While the middle of her life was a challenge, Mother has evolved into a confident pet that never lost her pleasant

As she quickly struts into a room, her presence is noticed. To get special treatment, she barks at those she greets. Most people think she is being naughty, but they soon find out that it is her way of saying, “Look, I’m down here. You need to pay attention to me and pet me,” as she wiggles her tail. She could not care less if she looks like a cotton ball or a floppy mope. Thus, Mother’s bark is initially deceiving, but like many of those of the Mediterranean, she is outgoing and friendly. With her adventurous spirit, Mother has wandered off from home more than once. One day, she accidentally got loose and took off down the street. A distant neighbor happened to see her, not knowing where she lived. The woman noticed her walking from house to house when no one appeared at their front doors to take her in. As the little dog continued on her aimless path towards a busy intersection, the person approached Mother and found a phone number and took her