At twelve pounds and less than a foot tall, my best friend, Jada, is a ball of energy. My pekingese dog resembles a gremlin with mammothly clever eyes that always seem to be smiling, and a protruding under bite announcing crooked teeth to the world. All this, along with her “big dog” mentality, only add to her charm. Do not let her miniature stature mislead you. Other dogs have made this miscalculation, only to learn that her bite and bark are of the same volume. As strong as her mindset is, her loyalty is fiercer. She will hands down embrace my lap over her mountain of toys, terrorizing the neighbor dogs, or hunting unsuspecting cats. Lest I forget this, Jada will cease what she is doing, and unanticipatedly jump into my lap to emphasize her presence. Without fail, I can walk into a room, and Jada will sprint to me, tail whirling so hurriedly, for a second I think she might actually propel herself off the ground. It is as is she has not seen me in months, forgetting that only an hour ago, I was the one forcing her into the tub for the loathsome bath. I am the movie star she makes me feel like. I can do no wrong in those forgiving gremlin eyes of hers.
(This is for a descriptive paragraph in my English comp 1 class about a favorite pet, sorry it’s not 250 words, but our max is 200)