Who is my family? Where are they? Why did they leave me here? Why am I here? Does my fami- My thoughts were interrupted by my dog, Wysh. She was clambering through the contraption I had built for her to keep her a secret from the devil herself, a.k.a. Mrs. Lavigne. “Hi, Wysh,” I said to her. Her beautiful brown and white fur shimmered in the morning sunlight. She happily replied with a quiet bark.
A loud crash came from below. I looked out my cracked and grimy window, and saw a big, white van pull into the alley. An enormous, heavy-set man stepped out of the ominous van.
“Here, doggy-doggy-doggy,” the man said in a deep voice. He began prowling around the dingy alley next to my room. I slept in the attic, so I could hear and see everything that went on below. The man seemed to be searching for a dog, and I began to wonder…
“Wysh!” I whispered furiously. Apparently my dog had a run in with the pound, and now she seemed to be a fugitive.
Suddenly, Mrs. Lavigne burst out the back door of the orphanage and ran into the alley, brandishing a metal pot.
“Get off my property!” she screamed fiercely.
“Sorry ma’am,” the man replied. “I was following some mangy mutt and followed it here.”
“If there were a dog on this property, I would shoot it dead!” Mrs. Lavigne’s face was stormy, and was turning a dark shade of red. I’d seen that face before, when she got really, really mad. Apparently, she didn’t like it went people went near her orphan prison.
The man began to look panicked.
And on our way home, she almost peed in the backseat of the car because she was so scared. However, when we finally got home, she was overjoyed that she finally had a good home where she would be loved forever. Not only by six humans, but by three other animals including, two cats and one other dog named bella, tiger, my two cats, and libby, the other dog. She had to go right into the backyard because we were worried about how she would act around the other animals. But when she smelled Libby’s breath on the toys she busted through the screen door and she licked all of the animals until they looked like they swam in a pool.
But immediately she turned sharply from the window and, leaning forward, tapped on the front glass. ” I want to get one of those dogs,” she said earnestly. “I want to get one for the apartment. They’re nice to have – a dog ” (27). This statement is made about Mrs. Wilson .
“Stay inside, son,” I said sternly. “Where is he, Cal?” I was impatient. I wanted to get rid of this dog so it wouldn’t attack the kids. A small breeze passed by.
I’ve never seen a dog act like that,” Margaret spoke aloud. Rushing to the phone, “Andrew, the police just left,” she blurted out when he answered the phone.
would go home and interact with his pets. He includes, “I had a little dark corner of that closet and I’d
She thought briefly about releasing him back into the wild, as she had done with her pet gazelle many years before and her pet trout before that. She only wanted Mr. Bickles to be happy but he was obviously full of intense hatred and anger. He was also full of dog biscuits and chew-toy squeakers. In fact Mr. Bickles has swallowed so many squeakers that he made an alarming squeal whenever he sneezed or passed gas, which was all the time.
"good night Page" I said and went to bed. She started running around her cage "PAGE!" I said "this is going to be a long
We followed her down the dimly lit hallway crinkling our noses at the familiar pound odor that saturated the air. "She's a husky," the woman said, pointing to an old blond and cream female. Her muzzle had grayed and her soft blue eyes had that sunken appearance that older huskies get. Obviously they had made a mistake. This couldn't be the "young" dog they'd described when we'd called.
Just as she said that, something slammed into the door again. “Kid, get over here.” The little girl wasted no time in rushes over to and behind Gary. As one, they backed up. The wind outside picked up and the outside window shutters slammed against the side of the house. The house shook as something slammed into the door with enough force for the door to splinter. Whatever was outside wanted in, and it wanted in now. The house rattled and shook with each
It was September 29, 2014. I was at the Bloomsburg Fair with my parents and my dog. You know how hard it is to hold on too a helium balloon, right? Well, imagine that but with a leash and a 70 pound great dane. It is not the easiest thing to hold on to when you are trying to eat a burger or look at art. But yet, I was stuck holding Ellie, the Great Dane, when she was about my height. But, after I realized that I had a Lemonade in one hand and a burger in the other, but no leash I realized what I had done. My dog was lost at the Bloomsburg Fair!
I went Into my basement and open the crate door and let my dog reilly out. Reilly Is a six and a half year old yellow lab. He is a golden colored yellow lab.
I slumped down the stairs very slowly, rubbing my eyes to see, something I would never think I would ever see. I went outside thinking she was barking at a person walking by but she wasn’t. She was barking at this big,oval shape thing that looks like nothing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. Smoke was blowing in the wind everywhere, glass stuck in the ground, and some flashing lights. As soon as I saw the glass I ran grabbed Skyed and put her inside.When
“Ryan take the dog out” said Ryan’s mom “Mom i have homework and I have to practice the guitar”. Let me tell you the story of why you should always take the dog out. Once there was a dog that ruled the world all because he was a ghost and he went around haunting people all because no one took him outside. SO he’d scare people all around the world. But the great four Deven, Nick, Mackie, and Mr.Rice wanted to put a stop to it. So they made up the smartest plan anyone ever thought of, they were going to walk the dog. Deven said that he was confused because why didn’t anyone think of this before. So when the dog ghost came to scare them they put a collar around his neck, leashed him and took him outside. Soon
The next day, the same thing happened, except I tried something new. I barked and I barked, and I jumped around. I know how much she loves to chase me. She just told me to quiet down, and I did— because that’s what good dogs do.
It was barking very loudly, I kept on trying to shut it up the dog so I wouldn 't get caught. "God,this dog is trying to put my ass in jail!"