On a snowy Friday morning in California, there was a very clumsy german shepherd, and his name was Sparky. He’d always go off topic and make everyone crack up laughing. Although sometimes he would end up in his own doggie world.
Seven years ago, the policemen Bob and Joe were looking for a new german shepherd puppy to train. On a Tuesday afternoon Bob and Joe both went to the pound. The pound is a light brown colored building with all kinds of flowers and trees in the front. When you walk in the door, the walls look as hard as a white board, and if you look to the left there are the cats and if you look to the right there are the dogs. And that’s where they found Sparky. When Bob and Joe saw Sparky they were so excited to possibly get him.
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And his name is…. Sparky! Awww, that’s an adorable name,” stated Joe,
“Are you two boys doing ok? Pete’s the name, would you like to adopt this little one?” curiously asking Pete.
Bob and Joe thought Sparky would be a good police dog, so they got him. The only problem was that Sparky was the runt, and normally it was harder to train the runt. But they gave it a shot.
After a couple days they all realized that Sparky’s probably not the best dog for the job. He would never do what they want, like when they try to train him he isn’t being obedient, loyal, and he even sleeps on the job.
When Sparky was three years old, they started simple training. To do what they needed to train Sparky. They went to a training place and partially got Sparky trained. It was very difficult, he kept wandering for no reason, chewing on the chairs, and he would bark at the other dogs like a crazy dog.
“Hey Sparky’s not doing so well, don’t you agree?” said Bob.
“Yeah, I agree,”responded Joe sadly.
After a month of attempting to train Sparky, they decided either to give him back to the pound or let someone take him home.
“Why are you sending him away?” asked
Darry immediately regrets his action, but the damage is done. Ponyboy bolts out of the house. He’s angry at Darry, scared, and humiliated all at the same time. Ponyboy goes and gets Johnny and announces that they are running away.
She also had brown, blonde, and white markings on her feet, which made her look like she was wearing striped socks. On her chest, she had white markings. This little adorable fluffy puppy was now ours. Car doors closed, seats buckled, and the new puppy sat on our laps. During the car ride we tried to come up with names for her. We were pretty sure we wanted to call her Trinity for multiple reasons. First off we adopted her near the Trinity River and she has mainly three colors of fur. Halfway through she got car sick, which made us drive even faster. When we arrived home we let her in the backyard. Millie and Baxter, my other two dogs, were going crazy in the window when they saw her. After she got more adapted to the surroundings we let out our other two dogs. They were crazy, running around and barking. They ran from fence to fence, along the zipline, and all around the pool. The sounds of our laughter ring through the air. After, we went inside and let our close friend meet the puppy before he left for Virginia. We played with her all afternoon and she ran all around the backyard. She ended up getting so tired from playing with us and Millie that she ended up taking a long nap. Later that night we tried to come up with other names for her. We came up with: Penny, after the copper colored fur she has, Chelsea, after the soccer team, Pippy, and
John was still drunk, but eventually got home. The next day John and Lorraine felt so bad for what they did to Mr. Pignati, so they called him. On the phone they said sorry, offered to clean up, and tried to say many things to cheer him up, but nothing, he didn’t want anything to do with them, with mundane answers and expression. Suddenly, they thought of the idea to take him to the zoo, because Bobo could cheer him up. When they said that, the Pigman perked up a little bit and agreed to go. When they get to the zoo, not much is spoken between them, except for when they both apologized to the Pigman again, and he confessed that he wasn’t really mad anymore. As the head over to see Bobo, they go to his cage, but he doesn’t appear to be there. Nobody suspected anything, until he was not anywhere to be found. Finally, a worker came by and noticed that they were looking for him, Bobo had died. Bobo had died from Pnemonia, the employee had said. Instantly after hearing that, Mr. Pignati grabbed onto Bobos cage, and fell to the floor. Both John and Lorraine quickly ran to him, tried to get him up, then had relazied that… Mr. Pignati had
He got put into a cage, and choked with a rope,and beat with a club. Buck didn’t know that people we’re looking for strong dogs to pull a sled, but that’s what Buck ended up doing. He has to learn to survive, and he has to get trained to pull the sled. Buck also has to adapt to the dogs that are being mean to him, for example, they kicked Buck out of the tent, so he had to find a warm place to sleep outside, which was hard for Buck. He also has to get used too any cold weather condition because he’s pulling a sled in snow all the time. Another thing he has learned to do is, when ice gets between his toes, he knows how to bite it out.Those are some of the things Buck has
He had hurt his leg after getting in a fight with another dog at the shelter, and until Ronald adopted him he had nothing to protect him from the wound, however, now he always wears a bandage around his back right leg. The barren conditions upset him and each time he made friends with another of the miscellaneous mutts, they mysteriously disappeared. This lack of a lasting emotional connection left a mark on Sparky; whenever his new owner Ronald is away from him, you can see in Sparky’s eyes that he fears the worst, that he will never see Ronald
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Crackling silently, the fire began to grow low as the orange glow it gave off weakened gradually. Leaning over towards it, I picked up a fresh piece of wood and tossed it into the flames. Since the fire would not need my attention again for some time, I went back to my original, comfortable position. Staring out into the darkness of the forest that surrounded my camp, I let out a sigh like a child does when there is nothing to do. “Something the matter, Edrick?”
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
She then decided to walk out of the shadows and sneak over to Spike and unlock his chain very quietly, however they noticed her and shouted at her and grabbed their weapons. One had a baseball bat and the other had a gun. They walked toward her but she teleported behind them and kicked them from the back which made them stumble and fall. She grabbed their heads and smash them together before they could get up and that made them pass out. The two men laid on the ground unconscious. She quickly untied Spike who barked happily at her and licked her. She smiled and hugged her dog. “Hey Spike! I missed you so much! Now let’s get you out of here and home safe and
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Lydia peered up at the treetops above her through teary vision, pale morning light shimmering through the leaves. It was only a small while into the day yet she was already lost. She glanced over her shoulder in the direction she assumed her house was and wiped her eyes, sniffling. While running away was purposeful, she couldn't help but feel homesick. Especially after stumbling through a seemingly endless forest for what could only be hours.
...er you don't have to insure that they train as much as a Stafford terrier. You can just walk or run with him whenever you have free time. And they are very smart, playful and friendly to children and older people. But my mom wants a smaller dog. So we will have to negotiate.