Schwenksville: A Short Story

As the rain of hardship and pain floods the souls of one family, the silent but all-seeing pet dog learns to stand by his family and ultimately learn, throughout his life, the art of racing in the rain. Within Stein’s The Art of Racing in the Rain, the story is told from the perspective of the common household dog, Enzo. This unparalleled perspective displays the trust that many people place upon a dog’s shoulders, but Enzo’s point of view also shows how beautifully bonded Denny, Eve, Zoe and Enzo are through the trials of life and death. While Enzo cannot speak, he thoughtfully forms ideas about what he would say if he were a human; nevertheless, Enzo’s inability to speak makes him wise beyond his dog years, for as humans, we tend to speak what is on our mind before considering the impact that it will leave upon

When Amy Kelley’s barrel-racing Quarter Horse, The Special Stuff, went down in his Minnesota pasture, she thought the worst about the gelding. “First I noticed him standing parked out and looking very uncomfortable. The next thing I knew, he dropped to the ground. He did not lay down, he fell down. He hit the ground so hard, I thought he had a heart attack,” she recalls.

Sierra had found the mother dog under a rock that used to sit on the cliff above her. Her goal for that afternoon was to pick some berries to make some pie. A little puppy was nudging his mother's motionless body with his snout and whining. Sierra, who was a mending witch, tried to heal the mother dog, but she couldn’t even close the wounds. A task like this was far beyond her ability. The mother had stubby legs, so they could not have been wild dogs. The witch scouted around the bramble and rocks for other puppies, but she found none. The short legged young dog would not make it through another season with its mother. So, Sierra took the only reasonable course of action and put it in her empty basket and headed back through the thicket to go

In the space of two years, Kristine Hewlett was thrown from her mare, Cher and broker her back both times. The accidents occurred while Hewlett was at her riding lesson on her mare, Cher when the horse suddenly spooked. After having such bad luck with her horse and both of her injuries Hewlett still vows to ride again. “She said, ‘I have thought long and hard about my future but I love horses and I want to carry on taking lessons.’”(Evans) Kristine Hewlett is so passionate about her love for horses that even after suffering not one but two broken back injuries she still vows to ride again. “But despite her second scare she has vowed to carry on riding.”(Evans) For most people one broken back would be enough to stop them from living their dreams but not Kristine Hewlett. Hewlett’s second broken back injury has made her even more determined to get back on and be successful. “Kristine Hewlett was flung from nine-year-old mare Cher in November and suffered a spinal fracture but she has vowed to ride again.”(Evans) Kristine Hewlett is very confident in her own ability to have a solid recovery and get back on. Though Kristine Hewlett has had her fair share of injustice she has overcome this injustice through passion, determination, and

An animal can be the best thing to happen to a person. As the old saying goes: a dog is a man's’ best friend. People share their homes with their furry friends and gain relationships that are remembered until, perhaps, the rest of their days- just like an old friend. In Bilger’s article, he mentions the relationship between Lady, the sick cat, and her owners, Karen and Shawn Levering, and why the couple was so willing to give up so much for her. “If they were willing to go this far for a cat, it was partly out of a sense of misfortune. But mostly it was a matter of love” (Bilger, part 1, paragraph

Laying on the bed very still, my mother and I were slowly becoming aware of his fate. Pros: He had already experienced an amazing life that contained priceless memories. His old age was also taking a toll on him, as crawling out of bed each morning was exhausting. Cons: I had known him for as long as I can could remember. Every road trip, every bike ride, he had been right by my side. Just letting him go was hard. I could feel the saltiness of my tears stinging my cheeks as they cascaded down my face, but a decision was imminent. I told him he was a good boy one last time, and while the vet injected the poison, I watched my closest family members tail slowly wag for the last time.

I am the daughter of a livestock dealer. My father was an amazing wrangler and rancher. Throughout my life, we have bought and sold many horses--too many to count, and I have also sent my own fair share to the slaughter plants. As a young teen I had a horse we called Whino, he was a great horse for me when I was learning to ride and wanting to follow Dad around. There comes a time in a horse’s life when they are not capable of doing what they once were or that they become sore or crippled to lead a life with meaning or comfort. I was raised to understand life and death and that one will follow the other. I knew when we had

Mother and daughter had to face extreme weather: snow in the mountains, heat, flash floods, and washed out bridges. An encounter with a persistent tramp led Clara to shoot him in the leg. On the way Clara sprained her ankle in Pennsylvania and Helga wrote to their sponsor requesting a few days' extension of time so that Clara could heal. There were times when Helga had to think if it was a right think to take such a risk

During this time, I felt alone. My parents were at the hospital a lot. I felt I could not trust anyone. I had no one to share my secrets with. I began to hide my feelings. I plastered a fake smile on my face and pretended everything was going to be okay. I knew it was not going to be okay. If Kaylee got her heart transplant, the family would have to get rid of our cat, Maggie. If Kaylee did not get a heart in time, she would die.

As I bounced along in the saddle, holding onto Dogger as if my life depended on it, he pristinely sat perched upon the saddle with ease as if we weren’t galloping at lightning speed across the field. The wind blew across my face as I pondered how to tell Dr. Liveseys all that had happened that night. About midnight, while the moon was straight up above us, I could see the shadow of the other men who had accompanied Dogger in his rescuing of me and my mother. I looked to my right and recognized the shopkeeper Mr. Tressler; I gave him a friendly wave and he nodded in return. I looked over to my left and was surprised to see a chestnut colored horse carrying the newest inhabitant of our town, a man who had identified himself as Barry. I looked

I constantly feared the worst-case scenario: death. That feeling I had, it was something I wouldn 't wish upon anyone. My heart ached, hoping and praying for the best. Monday, we went to visit her, and she looked awful. She couldn 't even stand. Something in my mind told me she wasn 't going to make it. I tried to fight that feeling, but once we were home, I collapsed on my bead and burst into tears. I couldn 't shake the feeling she was going to die. It was the one time I wished for me to be wrong. Unfortunately, I wasn 't. Tuesday, she ended up passing away while being transported to an emergency animal treatment center.

The kingdom of Shogville had been terrorized for months. A terrible monster was shooting heavy beams of water at the small empire. This monster was made completely out of water and was extremely fat. The kingdom’s territory surrounded a fresh lake, and the communities main export was fresh water. The empire was growing, but the beast was killing much of the population. After a long battle the soldiers could make the thing retreat.

In the not-so-quiet alien town of Yenderville, there are are two brothers, Hosea and Michael, who were closer than a leaf on a tree branch in the woods. One day Hosea decided that he was going to go to America. “It would be fun!” he said. When Michael heard that Hosea was leaving Michael ran away, but Hosea did not know. So he went to America, but the second he got off his supersonic, sound barrier breaking, horse, BOB; he got a call from Michael. He was in trouble so Hosea headed back to Yenderville.

A Three Dog Life is about Abigail Thomas trying to cope with her husband’s traumatic head injury, that happened because she let Rich walk Harry alone one night; which makes him acts differently to the things that were so familiar to him. We read along as Thomas tries out new coping mechanism; like buying a new house, new dogs and buying paintings. The purpose of this essay is to take an analytical approach to how guilt is an important theme A Three Dog Life.

The ideal time to ride came rolling around at approximately six o’clock, when a chilly breeze picked up. Unprepared and starting to shiver, my older sister notified us that she was going to grab her coat from the house. She left my younger sister and I to deal with the horses which was easy, or so we thought that it was. Assuming that it was going to be an effortless task, I took my attention gradually away from the horses, and commenced a conversation with my sister. Totally forgetting about what I was supposed to be doing, I did not perceive that Dexter spooked and pulled back on the board that he was attached to. Turning around and seeing him rear up on his hind feet, shocked me and I froze. My mind went blank for a second, and when it came back, Dexter was darting so rapidly you would assume a bear was chasing him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was terrified of the post he was dragging behind him. Not knowing what to do, I immediately yelled at the top of my lungs for my older sister. Never in my life has my heart beated so fast. Freaking out, panicking, stressing out, I attempted to grab Dexter’s lead rope, but him being a thoroughbred caused an issue. He was too quick for me to even get near him. I knew I had to something to calm him down, I didn’t want him to get hurt. This horse means the world to my sister, and I want to slow him down