Composition: The story of me and my little dog.

In normal study, work and life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing is a narrative method to express a theme through words. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is my collection of essays: the story of me and my little dog, welcome to read the collection.

Composition: My story with my little dog 1 My black bean became a mother and gave birth to five children. Two yellow ones and three black ones. They are both clever and stupid. Stupid and cute.

One is particularly fat and has black hair. He walks like a panda because he is too fat. I have thought of a name for them: "Benben". I have deep feelings with five puppies, especially the timid little Benben. Every time I come home from school, five puppies jump in front of me. Some bite my pants, some lick my shoes with their tongues, and some touch my legs with their heads. So cute!

One day, I went home happily with my schoolbag on my back. First, I put my schoolbag on the sofa, and then I found some snacks for the dog. I counted the puppies. "One, two, three, four, where is the other one?" I was surprised. Ask my mother. Mom said hesitantly, "Benben asked your grandmother to take him home." Hearing this sentence, I was shocked and burst into tears. I wanted to ride to my grandmother's house and was stopped by my mother. Mother said, "Give it to your grandmother, not to anyone else." I rushed into the living room in a rage, sat on the sofa and began to cry. Instead of comforting me because I cried, my mother cooked in the warehouse. I cried for about five minutes. I thought about what my mother said, and it makes sense. But I also remembered that the puppy loves chaos: "shit", and the little brother loves cleanliness. I seem to see my little brother beating the puppy. The puppy covered its head with its little black paws, and I began to cry again. Mom angrily ran to the living room and said, "How old are you? Are you still crying?" Originally, I was sad because the puppy ran away from home, and with my mother's criticism, I cried more and more sadly.

Noon 12, start eating. Dad didn't come back from driving, and my mother sat on the sofa to comfort me. She said kindly, "Son, the puppy will leave his mother sooner or later." Like me, I am sad to be separated from your grandmother. Isn't life very good now? " After listening to my mother's comfort, my tears changed from "heavy rain" to "moderate rain", and my mood was finally better.

At night, I feel sad when I think of the scene where the dog and I are playing happily. The puppy may also be crying sadly. Now it can't play, sleep and eat with its sister, brother, sister and brothers, and it will never get maternal love again. ...

My lovely elves, I hope all you find are good masters who care about and care for you, and I hope you will be happy forever!

Composition: Story of My Little Dog 2 "Mao Mao" is a bitch of my grandmother's family. She has all the excellent qualities of a mother-patience, humility and loyalty, but she also has a strong parenting complex.

One day, I found that "Mao Mao" was always pacing anxiously in the corner of the kitchen, and he didn't eat. My brother and sister and I went to ask my grandmother, and she said that "Mao Mao" was going to have a puppy. We laughed from ear to ear about it.

Grandma brought several layers of old blankets, spread them in the corner of the kitchen, and surrounded them with red bricks. "Mao Mao" lived in a comfortable and warm new nest.

For two days, "Mao Mao" didn't eat or drink, either lying in the nest or walking back and forth at the edge of the nest. Until the third morning, my brother and sister and I heard the sound of "whoops" coming from the kitchen, and we rushed to the nest to see the newborn dog baby.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Wow! There are seven puppies. " The younger brother cheered. I also looked at it carefully and said, "Really, and there are three spots." "Well, there are some black ones and brown ones." Sister poked her head in, looked at it, and then said. I turned my head, told my brother and sister a trick, and ran away.

The next day, "Mao Mao" happened not to be in the nest. I said "Plan A" to my brother and sister, and each of us grabbed a puppy and ran away. Suddenly, "Mao Mao" quickly stopped in front of us and shouted at us. "Woof, woof, woof ..." The dog barked louder and louder. It seems to say: put my babies down quickly. "Plan B" I later said to my brother and sister. We ran away with the puppy. "Mao Mao" soon caught up with us and shouted at us again, as if to say, "Put my cubs down quickly, or I will be rude to you." I looked back at my brother and sister. They were scared to death, so I had to say, "put the puppy back in the nest." "Sou"-my brother and sister ran to the kennel like an arrow. Panting, we ran to the nest and reluctantly put down the puppy. "Mao Mao" also ran into the nest and licked the puppy affectionately with his tongue.

"Mao Mao" baby has mother's love, hug and warmth ... In short, dog baby has mother's care like human beings and grows up healthily and happily like human beings.

Composition: My story with my little dog 3 On my birthday, my father brought a Teddy home as my birthday present.

He is very naughty. As soon as he left the cage, he began to run around. Every time, he made his brother cry. When he ran to find his father, he squatted in the same place, looking at his father with watery eyes and his short tail kept shaking. This made me laugh, and my brother smiled through tears. Later, it became an indispensable partner in my life. It follows me when I walk and runs around me when I play. Even when I was reading, it squatted beside me and looked at the book seriously with me. ...

Swallows will come back when they are gone, willows will be green when they are dead, and flowers will bloom when they are dead. Only time, this cruel guy, is gone forever. I have kept it for five years. It is old and ugly, and its hair is beginning to fall off. Dad wanted to sell it, but I still couldn't bear it, because it was still as lovely in my heart as before, so I stopped him.

Until one day, I found that the cage was empty and the puppy was gone. I rushed out like a runaway wild horse. There was a thunderstorm outside, and the mighty thunder made the earth tremble slightly. Lightning cuts the sky like a sword. I was anxious and scared, but I never found it, so I went home in frustration.

Five years of profound friendship has impressed me deeply. Teddy, you are my forever good friend. How I wish you could come back one day!

Composition: My Story with Little Dog 4 This is another story about me and small animals after the last "My Story with Chicken". I met this puppy under the introduction of my partner, and my friend told me that this is a lovely puppy.

Its fur is black and white, often very supple, which brings out some quiet and elegant atmosphere. At first, I seemed shy to strangers. When I met him, he kept running back, and his eyes showed panic. But my sausage tempted him, and finally he was attracted by the delicious meat smell and began to want to get closer to me more and more. After playing with him for a while, he regarded me as his good friend.

Maybe we are predestined friends. This puppy has reached a silent tacit understanding with me. I gave it a nice name "Leopard". Every time he comes home from school, he will find him waiting for me at the gate of the yard. When it finds me, it will run quickly, with surprise in its eyes, wagging its tail at me, flattering me, jumping on me, licking my pants and stroking its little head, and we will have a good time immediately.

One weekend morning, I went downstairs to exercise. As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I saw a leopard running towards me from the vegetable field. "woof!" "He called twice, and spit out a small wild flower from his mouth. The puppy turned its tail for me to see, but before putting it down, it plopped down on the stone road. The puppy quickly got up and followed me to the door. It's sitting on my shoes. I can't go away. I threw a pile of weeds I had just pulled in before it, and it immediately ran over and ate with relish. I smiled in surprise: "Ah! The puppy is eating grass! "But after a while, he looked at me with angry eyes, spit out the weeds and ate them again. After repeated several times, the puppy barked discontentedly twice, as if to say, "This is not delicious!" " "How lovely!

From the first acquaintance to the happy friends now, from the timid heart to the familiar heart now, the dog and I have undoubtedly become a pair of good friends. The cute puppy has also become one of my favorite animals.

To sum up, I use a poem to describe my feelings with the puppy:

When you meet for the first time, you are afraid of being sad.

Open your heart when you are familiar with it.

If I leave home,

I want to know who you are.

This is a story about me and my little dog. I hope my happy life with my puppy can continue and draw colorful pictures in my childhood!

Composition: The story of me and my little dog 5. When he can open his eyes, I take him home and make him my good "companion". And gave him a name-called Xiaohei, because it is black all over.

I'm really happy to have a puppy. When Xiaohei first arrived at my house, she looked a little strange, but she seemed a little friendly to me and looked at me from time to time. He lay motionless on the ground, screaming "meowed" and his eyes were wandering. I think he must miss his mother, and he touched Xiaohei's thin body sympathetically. In order to worry that it was hungry, I quickly took the bottle that I had prepared for a long time and carefully stuffed it into Blackie's mouth. Maybe I'm afraid of hurting it. I've always taken it lightly. In front of it, even dare not speak loudly, for fear of scaring it.

Later, it stayed in my house for a long time and became ripe. I don't know why, blackie barks at me every time she sees me happy at that time. Wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue, his chubby belly rolled on the ground. Sometimes, he will suddenly rush at my feet and bite my trouser legs and shoelaces.

I remember last time, I put my new socks in my bedroom and went out to play. But who knows, our little black is locked in the house, playing happily in my bedroom and jumping around on my bed. Black feet, stepping on my bed one plum blossom after another, but it's nothing. Black eyes are worth seeing by thieves. He even saw my new socks. It seems that he was born against me. I tore several holes in my socks. Oh, my new socks are ruined like this. When he came back, he pretended to shake my hand and pretend that he didn't know anything. I saw it and shouted angrily, "What are you doing? God, this is my best sock. " How can you-how can you bite holes in my socks? "The little black or pretend not to know, but also bite my shoelaces. Wang Wang cried as if to say, "Master, you don't take me out to play, and you scold me!" " "I was a little upset when I saw it pretending not to know, so I patted Xiaohei's ass with my hand. Muttered, "I told you to lie, I told you to lie." See what I can do to you. "Little black knows that he has made me angry, and he has been honest with his feet, with his head down, and occasionally gives me a pathetic look. I felt distressed, touched its soft "skin", held it in my arms and said, "I will spare you once, and I can't be so capricious next time. "

However, from then on, I will never see Blackie again. Because some people in the nearby village have stolen dogs to sell money recently, I really hate them. I told blackie before, but he couldn't understand people. Alas, my lovely little black dog didn't escape this disaster either.

It was a sunny afternoon, I went out to play with my friends, my parents went to the streets, and no one was at home. Xiaohei was walking alone in the yard, listening to neighbors say that soon after we left. Two men in black have been here, and they look a bit like bad people. I was so scared that I quickly opened the door to see what happened to my little black. Ah! No, is Blackie there? Is he lying motionless on the ground? No ... without saying anything, I rushed in front of Blackie and saw Blackie at my feet. Well, why doesn't Blackie welcome me? I think there must be something. Squat down and turn over Blackie's body. What's going on here? What happened to my little black? Is it dead? ..... If not, touch Blackie's stiff and cold body, and there is no doubt that Blackie is really dead. "Those people must have stolen the dog. It must be those who steal dogs. " I shouted angrily. Tears flowed down, and I held Blackie tightly in my arms. Suddenly, Blackie's mouth spit out a ball of wool and a few bones. It suddenly occurred to me that bad people who can't steal dogs kill dogs in this way. My poor little black, it's all because I didn't strengthen my consciousness of protecting you. If you give me a chance, I will accompany you every day. Unfortunately, this can only be a fantasy!

Stand up, squat for a long time, numb, a little sour. "There is no regret medicine in the world. If I had known, why bother now? This is all because I didn't do my duty, and Blackie suffered and died so pitifully ... "

Black, my lovely black, how are you doing in heaven?

Composition: The Story of My Little Dog 6 Once on my birthday, my father gave me a puppy, and we have been good friends ever since.

This puppy has a long body, a short tail and big ears. The color of the puppy is very beautiful, including white, black and light brown ... its nose is very sensitive. Once my mother's perfume bottle disappeared. I asked the puppy to look for it and found it soon.

I remember that I failed in the Chinese exam once, and I was very sad. When I got home, even tears fell. When the dog saw me crying, he ran to my side and looked at me eagerly, as if to say, "Stop crying, stop crying, I'll tell you a joke." Suddenly, I burst into tears and laughed. The puppy barked and ran around me happily, and my parents were there, watching.

On another occasion, I overcame many difficulties in my study and achieved good results. I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. The puppy seems to understand my mind and looks very happy. He surrounded me, bit my trouser leg and ran to the balcony, rolling and bowing on the balcony. Doing all kinds of strange things, just like a naughty child.

I like my puppy very much, and I am very grateful to my puppy. He is my best friend. I am sad, and so is he. I am happy, and so is he. Its name is Nannan.

Composition: Story of My Dog 7 When I was three years old, my mother found a lovely puppy downstairs. Its white hair is smooth and long, and its head and ears are furry. I have a good life with that puppy. My dog is very naughty.

One day, my dog and I were playing downstairs. Suddenly I saw a red and black bug. Its head is red, and there are red spots and black spots on its body. Its legs are black and cute. I was curious, so I ran after him, but I didn't expect that when I ran back, my puppy had left my house downstairs and went somewhere. I feel horrible. If anything happens to my dog, he will be scolded by his mother when he comes home! I hurried to the swimming pool to see if my dog was here. Did you see the swimming pool? I found a big, thick tree, and then ... I had to go home and tell my mother that the puppy was gone. As soon as I enter the door, ah! My dog is at home! I said to my mother, "This puppy is very naughty." My mother and I named it Scampy.

I remember another time, my parents and I went to foreigner street for dinner. Just when we went to foreigner street, we suddenly saw my dog gnawing bones in front of a kebab shop. I was greedy for kebabs, so my parents bought three kebabs each, and I also bought three. Just when I was eating with relish, I ate a small bone. My dog, naughty, came up to me, shook his head and looked at me please, as if to say, master, give me my favorite big bone quickly. It's no use keeping it anyway. I gave my little bone to my dog, naughty boy. Scampy gratefully licked my hand with his tongue, as if to say, master, you are so kind to me, thank you.

This is my little dog, naughty. Do you like my dog naughty?

Composition: The story of me and my dog 8. I have a pet. It's a lovely puppy. Smart, cute and lively. Its name is Doudou.

Doudou is very cute, with yellow hair and round body like soybean, so it is called "Doudou". It is also like a yellow ball filled with air. Its feet are so short that it is almost invisible under its round body. Without looking carefully, I thought it was not jumping, but rolling like a ball! Doug has a thin upturned tail, which seems to make him happy every day. Its eyes are round, like two transparent glass balls with black and white. Its ears are always upright, as if it were always on alert. Its nose is black with yellow hair around it. If you don't look carefully, you'll think your eyes are on it! The sense of smell is very sensitive.

It likes to chew bones best. When you chew a bone, hold it with your canine teeth, look around, then find a safe place to put it down, add two times with the tip of your tongue, then suddenly put one end of the bone in your mouth, slowly crush the bone with your molars and then slowly swallow it.

Doudou is my pistachio. When I am angry, it wags its tail and shakes its head to make me happy. When I am bored, it calls twice, which makes my lonely and sad mood better; When I am sad and crying, it will lie on one side and make a "whoop" sound with its mouth, pretending to be sad. Looking at its miserable appearance, I couldn't help laughing.

Sometimes he is like a naughty child. When I was doing my homework, it was noisy beside me and asked me to take it out to play. At this moment, I really want to kick it out. However, considering how cute it is when it makes me happy, I can't bear it again.

Doudou is my inseparable partner and makes me very happy. I like my "pistachio"-peas very much.

Composition: Story of my little dog and I 9 "Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof." Looking at its naughty appearance, I suddenly thought of the dog in my hometown.

A gray coat, neither fat nor thin, with big eyes shining in the dark. Hey, hey, don't think I'm writing about people! This is about my dog! By the way, there are its big ears, sometimes lazily lying on its head, and sometimes standing straight, as if listening to something.

Every day when I go to school, it will give me a ride. Walk with me through the bamboo forest in front of my house, climb the hill and cross the river with me. Then it will watch me leave until it can't see me. You can always see it at the gate after school in the afternoon. When it sees me, it wags its tail and sticks out its tongue at me. Come and play with me. Play.

I was very happy with it at that time. I remember going out to play once. At first, it didn't catch up with me. After walking for a long time, I still haven't seen its shadow. I thought it wouldn't follow me. After a while, I really saw it running towards me, still purring. It really makes people feel that it is telling me, "wait for me, don't leave me." When it came to me, I stroked its head. It has a long tongue and a naughty look. It is very cute. The rising sun shines on our faces and I walk side by side with it. I think I am not a dog, but my best friend.

According to my parents, dogs are the most faithful companions of human beings, and I believe that my dog and I will never leave each other. Now I am far from home, but I often dream that I am playing with my dog. Every time I go back to my hometown, my puppy will pick me up from afar!

Composition: My story with my little dog 10 On my birthday, my aunt gave me a Teddy dog that I longed for very much.

I picked up my Teddy dog and found it very beautiful: saliva flowed from its small and exquisite mouth, as if to say, "I'm hungry, little master." It blinked a pair of big eyes, as if pretending to be cute to me! It has a wet little nose. Don't underestimate it. This puppy has the best sense of smell. The dog also has a small furry tail, like a brown fluffy ball. It is wearing a brown cotton-padded jacket with some curly hair like waves. A puppy also has four sharp claws. When you run, that little tail will swing from side to side. Cute!

Whenever I come home from school, I am always the first person to meet me. Whenever I am bored, I am always the first person to make me happy. Whenever I am lost, it will always lick my little hand, comfort my lost mood and make me suddenly enlightened. Sometimes it can be very naughty, which makes me very helpless. Sometimes very clever, let me rest assured. Sometimes it's funny and makes me laugh. Sometimes I get angry, which makes me furious.

Once, I saw it was dirty: it was covered with mud and smelled bad. I tried to take it to the bathroom, but it flashed, causing me to fall over a dog and chew the mud. After 360 rounds of fighting with it, I finally carried it to the bathroom. I washed it wet first, and it shook the water and made me wet. It also turned and yawned at me and said to me, "Be gentle, little master." I will sprinkle shampoo on it to help it wipe, then rinse it with hot water, wipe it with a towel, and finally blow dry it with a hair dryer, comb it neatly, and you're done! This little guy smells good and clean.

In the past, this small family was never greedy and only ate dog food. Now this little guy "transforms" into a "kitten" "Oh! No, because it should be "puppy" hahaha!

It is because of it that my life will be colorful, yes! I forgot to tell you, its name is Doudou! Remember! Goodbye. Y(^_^)Y