Roger And Alice Journal Entry

“Stop asking questions!” Callie screamed as her tranquil demeanor turning red with rage. She got to her feet and seized my collar. I struggled to get out her grasp but her hands were physically powerful.

As molly and her pups watch as napoleon and his army of pigs take complete control of the farm. Searching and killing any animals that stands in their way or not on any side of the war. The last of the survivors is Mollie and her pup’s. While hiding under the barn in a secret hideout. The stairs to get there are blocked with feed bags and straw. Other than the animals down there, no one knows where it is not even jones himself. Molly and her pups heard that the pigs were looking for rebels. They sat there waiting for the noise of the pigs to calm down, so Mollie’s pups could soon fall asleep. They woke up in need of food. They knew that they need to find a way to get food and not be seen by napoleon or his army. All of the food is in the main house. Molly and the pup’s came up with the plan using one of the pups as a decoy to lour Neapolitan out of the house so they started taking down the feed and stray off the stairs. As they start to run in and snatch some food for them to eat, and at least satisfy their stomach. One out of the nine puppies, bonnie, ran to the window where everyone was and shouted.

It was a bright sunny day my family and I just adapted a beautiful lab mixed with a great dane. We were in my mom’s van heading to Petco. My family and I were going to Petco to get all the supplies my new puppy needs. So, we pull in to the parking lot of Petco.

He knew he couldn’t back out now so he went inside. Inside did not look like what he expected. Everything was white, the walls, floors, couches, etc. He noticed that there were no stairs nor windows. Anonymous looked down and saw 10 puppies standing by his feet. 10 cute, little, light brown golden retrievers. Their big, innocent eyes

“We can not stop looking! “ Chase said furiously. I grabbed him and tried to calm him down, but it was no good.

As William, John, and Kathy went in there a little puppy sat there in a ball on the ground. They went up to it to pet it but when they go close the dog barked. But they got closer and closer and the dog kept barking. They got close enough to touch it and he started to become more friendly. But William didn’t want a dog right now because it was a new house.

Perking up his ears the dog listened. “I didn’t mention it, but the other day, I had a close call, I started to cross the street and saw her coming towards me. Thinking, I had time to get to the other side; I pushed my cart off the curb. Would you believe she sped up, and roared by me in her shiny BMW, the wind dumped my cart over in the street? While I was picking up the cans and bottles, she came back, stopped and watched me. Someday, she’ll get what’s coming to her.” Sticking his head up, he barked. “Claude, you’re right, she doesn’t like us and right now she’s not one of my favorite people,” he said and smiled as the dog covered his head with his paws. “That’s okay, one day she’ll be good to me, if not it’s her loss.” Snickering, he patted him on the head, “What do we do today?” He asked, and Claude barked. “You want to take a drive. First, I need to do a few errands.” After struggling to get off the sofa, Claude went to the front door to wait. “Oh no, you can’t go, someone needs to watch the house,” he said, pointing his finger and watched the hound go out the back door. Going to the liquor cabinet,

"You're drunk, Austin. Go drink some water." I spoke sternly. My only response was a giggle.

When they told me about adopting a furry little creature, I was completely ecstatic; I loved dogs and had wanted one ever since I first tried to pet one on the street. This time, I was completly fine with my parents making a decision for me; now this was the best surprise. So a week later, I convinced my parents to visit the nearest dog shelter. As we entered, we saw about 20 enclosure each containing a dog. None of the dogs looked or sounded alike; some were fluffy, spotted, tiny, or even bigger than me. We walked down the hall of dogs and I spotted a furious, little puppy. I read the card on the front of the gate and found that this adorable dog was a poodle and his name was Gucci; the dog was also only a year and two months. But the most interesting part about the small puppy was not on his information card. Instead, it was on his front left leg; his leg was encased in a bright red cast, so he was healing from a broken leg. Soon after, my parents and I realized that Gucci was healing from something much worse than a broken leg.

This time, he was the one perplexed. He narrowed his eyes, “Aren’t you mad at me? Maybe want to hit me? Because, at this point, I’ll let you take a free shot at it. I probably deserve it.”

In the Diane's house, I walked out of the garage house and I saw a wander puppy in a street next from me, and it came forward onto me. It looked a tiny gray on the black oil on the shine fur coat and a clearly white on the mask of placed over the snout. His golden almond shaped eyes around more shiny, like as god.

Rahul rubbed his forehead in desperation. "I'm just gonna go cool off. Bye." He stalked off like an angry

They had landed in a cotton field. In the distance was a farmhouse. Dogs were barking, they always did. Staying under the cover of the field, they waited. The dogs kept barking. The squad wasn’t sure if they had picked up on their

Donned in pink and white a woman floated to my room the next day. She came in with anxious steps as she tightly held a small beige pup in her hands. Brown eyes searched for me and when I was found, the woman took a step back and dropped the pup. With a loud yelp the dog scurried away from his owner and hid under one of the satin sofas that decorated the area. The woman gazed at me with a fleeting look of disbelief before she flung her slender arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"I miss Fido" cried Tonya as her parents tried to put her to bed. Fido was there dog and he had been missing for a week. The Thomson family, the one that owned Fido, had three kids. Dan, the oldest, was fifeteen years old and loved football. Katie, was seven years old and Tonya was five. Their parents owned a very popular grocery store which gave them lots of money and there dog Fido who was loved by the whole family was very calm and didn't move around much.