Doug the Dog It was January 18, 2017, a peaceful starry night in a small little village on the coast of Florida. Doug the dog was pondering around because he had no home to live in. People would glance at him with a frown upon their face. They would smirk, yell, and even step on his tail. People would shout, “Gross! It’s Doug!” They would yell, “Get away!” They would scream in his face, “You don’t belong here! Get out of town, now!” They would roar, “You ruined the town and now you’re going to pay for this!” It wasn’t little, poor Doug’s fault. When he was a petite pup he caused a huge fire. It was December 14, 2011. Doug …show more content…
When the fire fighters soon came and educated everyone on what had happened. “The fire was started from this little toy science kit. A resident in the Dooly household cased it and Mr. and Mrs. Dooly have breathed their last breath,” “My science kit, my mom, my dad, my house, and my belongings are gone!” Doug wept. “Hey! This science kit is yours! Doug Dooly started the fire!” one voice tattled. “You’re the worst!” another voice seconded. Ever since that day Doug was hated in their village. Even though Doug was cautious of everything he does. The memory made Doug shiver. Doug silently strolled around the streets looking for nourishment. This became a daily tradition each day. Doug had no luck once again so he just went home. He walked back home. He turned left and strolled by appealing mansions and made a right turn into his home. It was smelly, dirty, moldy, musty, and dark. That was because it was the inside of a trashcan. “Sweet dreams me,” Doug whispered to himself like his mom used
The police would frequently aggravate the Roughnecks to see if they can get a reaction from them. They would falsely accuse the Roughnecks of doing something illegal, like loitering, and threaten to arrest them. If the Roughnecks were around where something illegal took place, the police would arrest
mad at him if they found out he did take statue for destroying the village.
from his community and losing all of his status. In the last chapter of the book, "The Kitchen
...ved and worked in the Big House because he was new and not human like everyone else who lived there.
When the puppies were twenty days old Wegman and the family moved to a cabin in Maine. Next to the Wegman cabin was an old lodge that was unlivable for humans but was perfect for weimaraners.
like all the other men working at the ranch. Now he cannot say that he
People around the city went to bed, everything seemed relatively normal. Smoke dwindling into the dark night sky, the faint smell of burning wood. All normal for Chicago. Fires were a daily part of life for this wooden city. Near the time of 2 a.m. the fire didn’t seem so normal and average anymore. A mean flame was being born, it was blazing to life.
After the fire, naturally the family assumed that their five children were dead. A small search through the ashes of the house turned up with no remains. Jennie Sodder, mother, did not and could not believe that they turned up with nothing. “She conducted a private experiment, burning animal bones…” (Abbott). She did this to see if the fire can consume the bones,
1938-1941 His first dog was an English Shepard named Rex, who was a one man dog and his constant traveling companion. Beginning at about age three, he and his dog Rex had an insatiable desire to explore any place that was outside the house and within walking distance. Since both his mother and dad worked long hours at their respective jobs, he had a daytime black maid whose name was Sanctum. Every time Sanctum would turn her back he and his dog would “run off” and poor Sanctum would telephone his mother and in dismay advise her that “Sonny” had run off again. Since Elkhart had a population of about five hundred, most of the citizens had learned to keep a lookout for this wandering boy. When he was spotted by one of the townsfolk, they would call his mother and tell her of his doings and location. His mother would leave her work, go get him, give him a spanking, and return him to the house and Sanctum. This could happen several times a day. One particular incident that wasn’t revealed to his mother until years later was when he climbed the Elkhart water tower (75 ft.). Some of the townspeople coaxed him down with the promise of candy. His mother, who finally realized that “spanking” was not a deterrent to “running off”, put him in bed for twenty four hours after one of his ventures and would not let him get up although he begged for a spanking instead. H...
After a basketball game, four kids, Andrew Jackson, Tyrone Mills, Robert Washington and B.J. Carson, celebrate a win by going out drinking and driving. Andrew lost control of his car and crashed into a retaining wall on I-75. Andy, Tyrone, and B.J. escaped from the four-door Chevy right after the accident. Teen basketball star and Hazelwood high team captain was sitting in the passenger's side with his feet on the dashboard. When the crash happened, his feet went through the windshield and he was unable to escape. The gas tank then exploded and burned Robbie to death while the three unharmed kids tried to save him.
They said it would cause a lot of problems if they contacted the police. They
will not come to the village, then they will go to his house. But the
I stood at the end of the driveway with a bag of clothes and my little sisters by my side. My dad pulled up, we got in the truck, and we drove about 10 minutes until we got to his shop. This would seem like a normal day, but things were different this time. We weren 't at the shop to ride the four wheelers around or to play basketball in the garage or to mess with the pinball machines. There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing.
ness. Nevertheless, it was easily the warmest place in the house and all household activities were being conducted there that day. My dad was trying to conquer a video game with little success, and my brother and I toiled with our homework achieving an equal lack of accomplishment. The culprit of our distraction was undoubtedly the pot roast that waited upstairs for us, taunting our empty stomachs with its heavy smell which floated over the moldy air of the basement like oil on water. The aroma must have reminded my mother to afford the roast a checkup, for she had abandoned the laundry and was ascending the stairs.
As we got very attached to the dogs, our parents got us one. He was a Pointer. Therefore he kept running around and wanted more freedom so he started to break through the ...