Barks: A Short Story

No Dogs Bark is a story of a dad and his heir who are looking for a town named Tonya. The Authors name is Juan Rulfo. The Sons name is Ignacio and the Fathers name is unknown. You can tell that the two are not on good terms by the way the Father speaks to him. For Example, in the passage his father says “Let the blood I gave him rot in his kidneys. I said it when I heard you’d taken to the roads, robbing and killing people—good people.” In addition, we can also tell that Ignacio has an Injury of some sort and is being carried by his dad on his back.

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

It was early Friday afternoon, the start of Memorial Day weekend and I almost lost my best friend. Now usually on Memorial Day weekend my family and close family friends go camping but this year the other family couldn’t go so we decided to call it off. Not having anything to do that day I decided to take my dog for a walk. My dog is a Terrier Poodle mix so she’s not very big. Her name is Pepper and she’s just your average lap dog but she’s my best friend. So i put her leash on her and asked my little sister is she wanted to go and she said no, so it was just Pepper and I. We made it two houses down before the neighbor's German Shepherd came to meet us. There was nothing to worry about though because this is a nice dog, so I thought. Before I knew what was happening the German Shepherds jaw crushed down on Peppers back and stomach, picked her up, shook her like a chew toy, and threw her. The

I took her into my car thinking of what I should do next. This little dog in my arms was so beautiful, but I never thought that I would be able to bring her home and keep her. I thought about the option of taking her to a dog shelter, but was afraid of what they might do if they could not find her a home. I took her to a friend's house where we gave her a warm bath and food. I then took her to a vet to make sure she was

My dad opened my eyes and made me think about the dogs I currently have. I have a dog at home that isn’t very fond of other dogs. Putting that into consideration my best bet was not to get a Pitbull because of the uncertainty if they would get along. With that dog still in the back of my mind, just in case I changed my mind, I decided to leave the shelter. At this point I had to rethink what I wanted. We decided to go to another shelter in hopes of better luck. The next shelter my mom and I went to way Forsyth Humane

On a sunny summer day I was in a car with my grandmother heading towards aunt Debby’s house. On the way there, my grandmother told me, Ollie, my aunt’s weiner dog has given birth to her first litter. She has given birth to six puppies. Unfortunately the father was a chihuahua. When we got to their one story house, Ollie came outside to greet us by licking our faces. We came inside the house it was small, There was one bathroom, three bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a small living room. The bedrooms were kind of messy. Ollie went in one of the bedrooms, so I decided to follow her. When Ollie and I came into the room, I saw the puppies! They were in a big soft blanket covered kid pool. For some odd reason there was only four puppies, so I asked

Land of the free. Home of the brave. These are saying that could be commonly associated to the United States of America. It tends to represent a character or element that the prior presidents try to embody, and serves as a basic towards quality up and coming presidential candidates try to emanate. A part from how people visually see those candidates, what they say and more importantly how they say it is be under consideration. Within an article about constructing arguments it can be summarized that vocally people make statements− a claim that has supporting points that are related to the claim− to sway the world around them (Constructing Arguments). Those statements are meant to draw one’s attention to what they think should

It was the 11th of January and we were going to get a new dog. The road has ice, snow and sleet. I had a headache and I was really tired. It was cold, cloudy, and bright. The ride was like a 4 hour ride because I slept through the whole thing and it was awesome. When I woke it we were still not there. So my mom, brother and I all played car games. When we got there it was loud and it made my head hurt even more than it did before. It was wet and really icy so I had to crawl. My mom asked “What are you doing on the ground.” I said “Crawling so I don’t fall on my butt or my side like I always do. When we went in we saw Peanut. The women said “The reason he has bad back legs is because he was at a puppy mill.” He was funny because he was slipping

Roscoe was around 6 months old, and we were walking in the afternoon on a chilly December day. A man and his small, fluffy, white dog came walking in out direction. Roscoe perked up, but didn't tug on the leash or even bark. On the contrary, the much smaller dog started barking and bolting towards us, tugging his owner along. Once the man walking the dog saw who his dog was chasing after, he let out a very vocal gasp and crossed the street but not before muttering a soft, "scary dog," to himself and his own dog.

Paws—a normal, small, speedy mouse—walked by the fallen stop sign. “Oh, I remember this stop sign. I’m almost home.” He was not smart enough to realize that there was another one up ahead. “Now, I have to turn left.” Then, he turned right, and then right, left, right, left, and then left.

Do you hear the rustling of the leaves? What about the jostling of the branches as they sway with the wind? Often normal occurrences on a November day, these noises were the herald of a terror unseen since the days of disco. With the body of a human but the run of a lion this creature could rip humans limb from limb. It could withstand multiple buckshot rounds, and a .22 would just piss it off.

Bark walked along a canyon, the adolescent cat yawned as she walked along; Rocks poked at her paw pads and she winced, wishing she was with her father so he would able to carry her. The brown she-cat's eyes shifted as she heard some crumbling from the walls above the canyon floor, "I'd better be careful..." the cat mewed to herself. Bark continued to explore, poking her head in and out of the many crevices in the canyon. The lithe cat padded along the floor, looking up at the blue sky; all of a sudden she heard rocks falling. The cat started to run away "I am going to die aren't I!" she yelled to herself; voice bouncing off of the walls as she yowled. Suddenly, Bark tripped over a rock that had stuck out of the ground; She ended up landing

Kite was my best friend, companion, and the absolute best dog anyone could have. I exactly remembered the day that I first laid eyes on him. I was at a shelter with numbers of animals to choose from. All of them barking, making sure I caught their attention, and making their presence known. The members at the shelter recommended several types of animals to me. But suddenly, my eye caught a tiny, little animal, that looked frightened and scared. The little thing was angelic and quite beautiful to me. I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked at him. The member told me that this one was always ignored by majority of customers. I don’t know what it was about Kite, except that I knew what it was like to be ignored and judged right off the bat. It took

It was April and over the past few weeks, I checked the local Animal Humane Society's website. I noticed that this pit bull terrier had showed up every time I checked that site. I asked my mom if we could get a dog and for the first time in about a year she said yes. I couldn't believe it. Not too long after that me, my sister, and my dad piled into the car and drove to the Animal Humane Society. When we arrived, we found the dog chewing on a pen that she stole from one of the volunteers. We asked the volunteer we wanted to adopt her. They had my dad sign some papers, gave her a name, and about fifteen minutes later they brought out a cute, energetic dog with a brown spot right on her eye. As we were walking to the car she froze when she saw

Bark bark it sounds like a dying seal mom what is that sound , mom walked away and we follow her to her office. What could it be we all wondered.