Chapter Two: Pups
When I woke with a few rays of light peering through my window. I got up stiffly, pulling my gun out from under the pillow as I did so. Since initiation as I almost always had a gun on me, it was a dangerous world in Chicago, your life could end at any moment. There was a couple times that just tapping the gun in my waistband had saved me from confrontation. I slipped out to the kitchen as Jack's snores still rang through the silent house. I quietly made myself a bowl of cereal and ate it watching some old western on the TV. You would think that having run away from your past would make your life more interesting, but instead it only made things mundane and painful.
When I was done I placed the bowl in the sink and went
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"This is Póilín, he's a Belgian Malinois." Tom introduced. I smiled the name meant officer, seemed kind of fitting with the way the dog had followed orders.
"He's the one." Tom put the dogs back into their kennels before leading us back into the main room. Póilín trotted along side Jack, his lead dragging behind him. Tom and Jack talked price and what we would need. I zoned out till I felt something small scratch at the back of my leg. I looked down to see a little pup who whines up at me as it hopped up on it's back legs and place it's front paws just above my knee. I squatted down and picked it up. I licked my face and caused me to giggle. With my giggle Jack turned to look and was surprised to see the pup in my arms. Tom smiled at me as the pup settled into my arms.
"That's one of our newest litters. She's a German shepherd mixed with a wolf hybrid." I smiled as I looked to see the pup was starting to fall asleep. Jack was studying the pup and for the first time in a while a small smirk graced his face. A girl about ten years old came around the corner as I pet the little pup behind the
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Papa, I'm so sorry, she got away from me!" I little girl said as she saw the pup in my arms. Tom laughed and shook his head.
"I think we'll take her." Jack said and I was shocked. He smiled and finished paying and running over what would need to be done and things we would need. I stood and smiled at the pup that was sleeping in my arms. She was a light gray with delicate black and white markings on her face and paws. She was adorable. Póilín laid quietly in the back while the little pup slept in my lap all the way back to Forks.
"What are you going to call her?" Jack glanced over at me. I shrugged as I studied
The sword represents destruction and can signify war. The torch stands for the expansion and the pure light it
The short story, “On the Sidewalk Bleeding” by Evan Hunter, is about how a boy was stabbed during an alley, sidewalk. Andy, the one that got stabbed was a part of a gang known as the Angels. Before he got stabbed, he was at a Nightclub, He decided to take a smoke outside, moments later, Andy was jumped and got stabbed by another gang called the Guardians. As Andy hit the ground, he pled for help, however, no one heard. Time goes by, people were afraid or didn’t know he was dying, Andy began to lose hope. At this point, Andy knew he was dead and wouldn’t see Laura again. Hours later, he was found dead by Laura, Laura tried to help but she was too late. All in all, I believe the moral of this short story was to be yourself.
Brian’s first comprehension need is factual comprehension. He understands that the informational passage is about earthquakes, but does not put together the information throughout to infer what genuinely causes the earthquakes. The entire passage addressed plates, but when asked about how earthquakes happen, he does not mention plates at all. He understands that rocks cause vibrations and that the vibrations cause earthquakes but he does not see that the rocks (or plates) cause earthquakes because they create vibrations.
dog, blinked mildly." (Toy 27). From this, we get an immediate mental picture of him.
I think that what the author was trying to imply in this passage was that in his personal experience, he has noticed that many people take many things for granted and that they don’t live their lives according to what they want and need to do. So much is wasted during one’s lifetime, and people just allow their lives to pass them by.
"What are you doing in this part of town?” said dog. Little Red Riding Coat replied, "Going to Grandmothers."
chapter one he says "First chance I get I'll give you a pup That'd be
This is one of the best refillable leather journals I've seen in a long time. Imagine you're carrying a journal with you at all times. In it, you capture bits of your day, things you'd like to do tomorrow, snatches of songs that you love, and pieces and parts of a story ideas as it comes to you immediately.
“I don’t get it. Why did you have to give me a pet name in the first place? What’s the point?”
This book has great balances of love interests, actions, and internal conflict with characters. It has an interesting story so far with new pieces coming up every few chapters that are very important. Like Al attacking Tris, Eric talking about Divergents and how the rebels must be eliminated. Tris and Four are developing feelings for each other, which I find weird because he is basically her teacher. They are only two years apart, so the relationship is not that awkward. In this journal I will be predicting, evaluating, and questioning.
My dog name is Reese. I love my dog. My dog lives with my dad in Waycross. I stay with him on the weekends. But sometimes I stay at my friends. When I go to my dad's house I play with him. My dog likes to go fishing with me. And he likes to chase cats. Reese sleeps inside with me but my but Reese didn't stink like other dogs. Reese has a chip in his stomach if he goes missing we have to do is get on our phone and open the app and it will lead us right to him. My dog is a family dog wherever I go he goes everything that I eat. Reese is a special dog . There is one place he can't go is to my granny house. One time Reese got very sick we did not know what was wrong with him he was sick for two weeks we took him to the vet and
I met the man to pick my choice of dog. I was brought into a room and in this room was a basket overflowing with sleeping puppies. They were two months old black and white but also a few brindle. Some had escaped and wandered off walking. Each one was five hundred dollars, not a price that bothered me since I saved enough for this. This small half black and white face male puppy really caught my attention. “That one!” Nothing was changing my mind on that. That puppy was going to be Bentley. All of my life, I had waited for this. He makes his arrival to his new
His name was Aden, and he was about 7 years old. He had messy brown hair and excited blue eyes. As soon as he saw the lonely puppy, he smiled. “Mom! Dad!” he called. “There’s one puppy left!”. The puppy recognized this boy from earlier in the day. He had picked the puppy up and said, “I want to take you home. I’ll be right back.”.
Blake took a deep breath and slinged the last blanket on top with minimal assistance, and climbed into the fort. He was more intent in me having a pleasant time at his place than he was about being fatigued from his medications. He wanted a friend, he wanted to play, and he was upbeat even though at times it was a struggle. With his eagerness to be active when he was having an unfavorable day, his optimism for life showed through.
The day we met started from when I got home from school. I decided to go biking in my compound, since it was a peaceful, and breezy day. I hummed my favorite song, and stepped on the pedals to move the bike. Right that moment, I discovered just two houses away from mine, sat a puppy. From my distance, the ginger ale tinted fur was like a coat, gleaming in the warm sunlight, his chest was covered with white fur, on the tiny ends of each were the ginger ale dye. Moving closer, I could see that he was staring right at me, his eyes immense and the color of caramel, it made a great match with his pupils that were chocolate brown. He had white eyebrows, and on the rim of his eyes, it looked as if he was wearing thick eyeliner. His two ears were floppy, shaped like upside down triangles, and his tongue was hanging out from the edge of his mouth, it was rose pink. He was absolutely adorable. I leaned my bike against a tree trunk and walked a little bit closer. It seemed like he was a mixed breed of a golden retriever and some other dog. As I examined him, I realized that he didn’t have a collar. He must be a wild dog that sneaked into the compound. However, I observed that he was spotless, healthy looking, and only a size of a shoe box. I kept a distance, even though I wanted to pet him. Unexpectedly, the puppy scurried over to me...