It was a beautiful morning, the brisk breeze was on my cheeks and the summer smell of fresh cut soybeans filled the air. It was the perfect morning to ride and the great starting of the cool air of fall. The horses were full and ready to travel, the dogs were excited for the ride. My friend and I was in the saddle by 7:00am and ready to head out. We stated by the Old Man’s Cove is the nick name this haunt full little place had obtained. It is almost a place you’d see in the old scary movies with the moss over taking the huge Cyprus trees and the murky green water that you could imagine a monster lurking in to attack. Yeller and Kokaroo the dogs, Kokaroo is a blue merlin bred alstrailin shepherd he has two different color eye a blue and a brown; …show more content…
Just tell me.” Now Macy was mad because she was being eaten alive by what I had just figured out. “You were right he can smell the horses trail if he got behind. But, what if he couldn’t if the scent trail was broken? We went through the creek remember? That has to be where he is he wouldn’t ran away. I’m hoping he’ll be waiting there still. Everyone knows how lazy that silly dog is.” I responded and you could see it in her expression she had the same faint hope that he was there. Right there, and when I say right there I mean it. You couldn’t overlook that white clean lazy turd, sitting right there were we crossed the creek. He must have went for a swim because he was all clean and dry like he knew we would be back for him. The mystery of were the lazy bag of bones dog was solved, I might say he is a lazy dog but to my family that dog was a big part of it. He jumped on the four wheeler, happy he didn’t have to walk all the way back home. When we got home and mom was off our tails about it. I learn no matter how much that silly dog gets on my nerves. Him barking at the horses, chasing the chicken, and even getting on my bed when I’m not home. The fear of not finding him was a terrible thought to think of. I loved that old lazy dog with all my heart. He wasn’t just a lazy dog, he was
on. Then he went on. Well when he gets there he sees a cur pup (a mix breed dog) and his uncle. training bluetick hounds. He asks his uncle about the cur and his uncle doesn’t.
Billy is coming home from work one day when suddenly he hears some dogs up the street fighting. He goes to check it out and finds them picking on a redbone hound. He saves the dog and cares for it through the night. It reminds him of his childhood. When Billy was ten years old he lived on a farm in the Ozark Mountains of northeastern Oklahoma. He wanted two good coonhounds very badly, he called it “puppy love”, but his papa could not afford to buy him the dogs. For many months, Billy tries to content himself with some rodent traps his papa gives him, but he still wants a dog. Then one day he finds a sportsman’s catalog in an abandoned campsite. In it he sees an ad for good hounds, at $25 each. He decides he wants to save $50 and order himself two hounds. Billy works hard, selling fruit and bait to fishermen, and gathering fruit that he sells to his grandfather at his store. Finally, he saves enough money and gives it to his grandfather to order the dogs for him and asks him to keep it s secret. When a notice comes that they have arrived at the mail depot in the nearby town of Tahlequah, they decide to go into town the next week. That night Billy decides he can not wait any longer. He packs himself a little food, and heads of for town following the river through the woods. He walks all night, and finally reaches town in the morning. The people in town laugh and stare at the young hillbilly, but it does not bother Billy he is there on a mission to get his dogs. He finally collects his dogs and walks back out of town with their small heads sticking out of his bag. Some schoolchildren mob around him and knock him down, but the town sheriff rescues him. The sheriff is impressed with Billy’s determination, and says he has grit. That, night Billy camped in a cave with his two puppies. They wake up in the middle of the night to hear the call of a mountain lion. Billy builds a fire to keep them safe, while the bigger of the two dogs, the male, barks into the night air.
He unburied the puppy and inspected it, and he stroked it from ears to tail. He went on sorrowfully, “But he’ll know. George always knows. He’ll say, ‘You done it. Don’t try to put nothing over on me.’
After a while the dog was full grown. He was the biggest and strongest he had ever been. One day he left his nice, fun, comfortable home never to return. But he didn’t know that. He was with some of the other dogs he had watched working as he grew up. Now was his time to work too.
Have you ever wondered what your pets are thinking? Personally, I wonder all the time. I purposely mess with my dog to see how he reacts. Well, now you can at least get an idea of what they are thinking. The humorous short story, ¨A Conversation With My Dogs,¨ by Merrill Markoe is about a dog owner who is having a conversation with her dogs Bob and Stan about how they follow her around everywhere. The author is attempting to portray the thoughts of dogs when communicating with them. In this instance, the owner is confused about why they want to follow her everywhere. This short story is a high comedy that uses witty humor and situational irony to make the audience laugh while giving the lesson.
...ns following the dog. “Bark!” Blue said. I got excited when he did that because that means he has a scent. Another 20 minutes later, he barked, searched more came back to me and started going to the west again. Well, false alarm I guess he walked back to the bear bait, sniffed around, walked around for a little bit in the woods, and walked back to the Jeep. Well I guess I must have missed the bear, we didn’t see any blood either. The dog didn’t go very far in the woods and didn’t seem like it had a lot of energy either. No hairs on the ground that we could see. So I guess I missed the bear and he is still out there somewhere today. Maybe when I go bear hunting when I’m 17 or 18, maybe he will be bigger and make a nice mount. take out much of this. simplify it so that it is falling action- too detailed for that. more general statements.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
but she was captivated by the way he looked at her. He stopped his horse and walked up to her to explain to her his reasons for why his father was doing this. He looked into her eyes and could hardly breathe.
She walked past Burt smiling at what Burt believed was him, however Burt was wrong again. He shuffled behind her. This time, he managed to get the word, “Hello” out. She turned around to face him but suddenly it was as if he had disappeared. She looked left, then right and saw nothing.
?Check the garage,? was all my mom replied. As soon as she said this, I knew that my beloved dog was gone.
"This isn't happening," Lila said, with an amazed look on her face. Just then, a gorgeous bay horse, speckled with what looked like snow on his coat, appeared out from the woods, near where the mare and her baby disapeared. "What...is that really you Cocoa?" Cierra asked. Cocoa nickered while walking toward Cierra and Lila, nudging them.
After taking what seemed to be forever, but was only a couple of minutes the dog had officially received its collar on its neck and a leash to be led with. “Now”, I said ,”you see the loop at the end of the road i’m going to help you walk this dog all the way down there and back.” What was only maybe a quarter of a mile seemed like from here in Arkansas all the way to the Hoover Dam. Not only did I feel an enormous fear in the pit of my stomach of how this was going to end, but as I glanced over I saw an even more scared straight look in my little sister’s eyes. “Ok” I said it’s not as long as we think
I look around in awe to find in my own surprise, hundreds of footprints whaling away on the white, open beach. As I stand there, wonderstruck, I imagine who or what the prints belong to. I want to go and examine the miraculous prints, but something was holding me back. My conscious was telling me something, I couldn’t quite understand or evaluate what it was trying to tell me, but I knew it was the inimical of satisfying.
If I woke up with a ability I would be excited, proud and happy. Imagine how you will be if you had that happen to you! The ability I will have is flying. I had always wanted this ability so that I can fly around my neighborhood. Also that I can go to places that are long to walk to and just fly over there quick and not exhausted.