FREE ESSAY ON BAILEY'S QUEST

BAILEY'S QUEST

Bailey's Quest
It is not surprising to hear poodle owners describe their poodles with flattering
adjectives. These adjectives make the poodle seem just shy of perfection. Poodles are
very intelligent and without a doubt one of the best canine companions to ever own. Not
only are they intelligent but they are playful and loving. I probably would have never
believed that perspective, but it all changed when I met Bailey.
Bailey is a six month old Teacup Poodle. She has a curly, fluffy creme coat with
highlights of apricot on the tips of her shaggy ears. There is also a little trace of the
apricot on her back that adds to her personality. With eyes that have a tint of rootbeer
brown, which defines her puppy dog looks. 
When Bailey decides which toy she wants to play with she knows where to find it. She has
a dark brown wooden basket that contains all her toys. Within the clutter of toy is a
once white, dingy, and beaten little stuffed bunny. This bunny has decorative pink hearts
in the middle of its floppy ears. Bailey received the bunny when she first left her
mother at the young age of eight weeks. The bunny is scented with her mother's odor and
helped comfort her when she felt lonely. That may be the reason why the bunny is the only
toy she continually plays with. Bailey clenches the bunny's floppy ear shook it
vigorously as she growls and snarls at the bunny as it sways lifelessly. Bailey became
Feichko2
frustrated when the bunny became caught in-between her skimpy little legs and she fell
over. She attacked the bunny as if it had tripped her. Bailey grips the bunny by the ear
once again and whips it to the right, then the left, and back and forth until she became
all in tangle with the bunny under her once again. 
By now Bailey is furious with the devilish bunny and leaves it lying helplessly on the
soft beige carpet. She starts her way out of the living room but whips her head around to
make sure the bunny has not moved. She takes two more tiny steps and whips her head
around even faster than the first time. She inspects the bunny, and then is convinced
that the evil bunny has moved despite her severe scolding stare. Bailey ran back, grabs
the bunny and shakes so violently that she loses her grip on the bunny's ear. The bunny
sails through the air bounces off the far wall in the living room. By now Bailey is so
furious with the bunny that she does not know whether or not to attack it once again or
to just leave. She starts to run out of the room but stops and ran back to the bunny, so
that it would know that she was the boss. She grabs the bunny and shakes the bunny so
monster-like that she loses her grip and the bunny soars across the room slams into the
couch and slides down the front. Bailey ran to the bunny and grasps it in her needle
piercing teeth. She tosses the bunny away from the couch and follows to see if the bunny
is going to fight back. Realizing that the bunny has given in to defeat, Bailey trots
happily and proudly away from the beaten bunny, to find another quest to conquer.
Unknowingly I am her next victim. Dangling from a chair is my sock-covered foot. I see
Bailey eyeing my foot and I know that the war is starting. Bailey attacks
Feichko3
like a cobra, grasps my foot between her front legs and gnarls mischievously. Her
piercing teeth dig into my flesh and I gasp in pain. I knock her off my foot and she
tumbles across the floor. Bailey gets up and stares at me with her piercing eyes, clearly
in deep thought of her next plan of attack. She ran as fast as her little feet would
allow her and grabs at my sock. She began pulling on my sock but I was unwilling to let
her take it off. After a little game of tug a war, I pull my foot out of her reach.
While she plans her next attack she ran in circles around my chair several times. She
builds up her courage to attack. Bailey attacks my foot once again and grasps it between
her legs. I move my foot sharply to the right, but she maintains her grip as she walks on
her hind legs and still bites away. I let her bite my foot as I continue to shake it a
bit to keep her on her toes. After a while the both of us became lose interest and she
jumps on the chair and cuddles on my lap. I scratch at her favorite spot under her ear.
Whether she is fighting the unbeatable foe or just cuddling, she is an all around
marvelous pet. Being around Bailey has made me want my own teacup poodle. Not only is she
intelligent and fun to play with, she is all around one of the best canine companions.
Bailey seems just shy of perfection, with loving and playfulness.