My Descriptive Essay

All right. I revised my essay, so here it is! I hope you like it.

Roxy

My best non-human friend is my dog Roxy, the best good-natured yellow lab ever. She is smaller than most labs because of her mom. I never met her mom or dad, but I know that her mom was small, and her dad was big. Roxy is more of a yellowish-white color than anything else. Her ears are like a piece of golden velvet. Her tail is like a flag that announces her moods (usually happiness). She is so fun to cuddle with because she just curls up and falls asleep with her head on your lap. Roxy is like a girl version of Air Bud (from the movies), because she loves to play soccer, basketball, baseball, football and tennis. The only sport that Air Bud can’t do but Roxy does is surfing.

Roxy is a Labrador Retriever, which means she loves the water. One of her favorite spots to go is the beach. I take Roxy to the beach mainly to get her tired out with a tennis ball. I usually pack two to three tennis balls, and Roxy always loses at least one. The one(s) that we bring back are covered in sand. It looks as if we had made perfect sand balls and brought them home. That’s because Roxy grabs them, and if we don’t try to take it away, she’ll start digging all around it. I don’t know what she’s doing, but it’s fun to watch. That gets her all sandy too. The surfboards also entertain Roxy, because she always takes at least one wave on my board. While she’s in the water, her flag (tail) is up and waving happily. If she could smile, it would be from ear to soggy ear. When she gets out of the water she stinks! She smells as bad as rotten eggs. The smell is a choking stench. On the drive home, the car is filled with the wet dog stink.

When we get home, I have to give Roxy a bath. Roxy would love to have baths banned. When she takes a bath, she would pout if she could, but she can’t, so she gives me those heart-wrenching puppy eyes. Her usually proud flag is hidden between her legs. When the bath is over, we have to wrap her up in her doggie blanket and lay her down on her doggie bed. She sometimes falls asleep, and other times she looks trapped. When I go to bed, she’s always right there behind me, waiting to be invited to join me up on my bed. I scratch her fuzzy tummy, and then we go to sleep.