Dog Told Me Narrative

When I woke up in the morning, my mom had left for work. My dad was singing in the kitchen, banging pots around. I got up, tiptoed down the hall, washed my face. A neatly wrapped present lay on the bathroom counter. It was addressed to me. I stuffed it into my robe pocket, and rushed back down the hall. Under the covers, I opened the package. On the first page of a small, leather notebook, an inscription read: to a writer, love your mother. I never wrote anything in the notebook. I could never think of anything good

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

I woke up and rustled all my things together and jetted down stairs. I see my mom across the room eating her favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I slugged around the kitchen still half-awake trying to find a bowl, cereal, and milk. Then I heard a whistle and realized she had my breakfast ready on the table. I sat across from her on the table. The scent of perfume hit my nose, it smelled fruity. Her hair was combed back into a sleek bun. She was wearing a formal white shirt and a black skirt and some heels. I slurped the last of the milk as she was almost out the door. I walked outside and ran to the car. I opened the door and got inside. It was 7:59 am.

The road is so flat and straight; you can see them coming from a mile away. Six runners flow in arrowhead formation around the Canadian city of Saskatoon. The early November air is still and dry, the sky overcast, and the temperature hovers a bit above freezing, just as predicted.

I came home from school just like any other day. It was around the end of the fourth grade and I was very exited for summer to be here! I noticed an unusual box sitting in the corner of the room but I paid it no attention as a rambled on to my mom, what I thought was a sectaculer day! Later my dad called my sister and I to the kitchen table to talk. The first thing that crossed my mind was, “oh Lord, what have we done now?” Instead, my dad pointed at the box in the corner. He told us to go look inside and tell him if we recognized where the things were from. As I look down into the box, I recognize the pictures of my family and the past fathers day gifts my sister or I had given my dad over the years that he always had sitting on his desk at

After a couple of hours, My mom decided that it was time for us to leave. My dad got in the car, and he looked as if his Christmas present was stolen by the Grinch. After a silent ride home, my mom still had not stopped crying her face was drenched in tears. In the house, I trudged upstairs and took the book out and set it on my bed. I gazed at it for a couple of minutes, but it felt as if it was hours, years, even centuries! I put the book under my bed, and decided to read it when I went to visit her grave. I woke up early, and quickly left the house. When I got to the cemetery, I sat by the grave and paused as if something was going to happen. I opened the book and the first page said to begin the book I would have to say an oath, so

In 2011, DeKalb, Illinois, First I was coming back from school when I was 6 years old, my bus dropped me of at my father’s house. Like always, he is in his room sleeping like a baby and sounded like a trumpet using a lawn mower. My father left a note on the table telling me where is the food he made for me, it was beans with tortias. My Mom works at a factory so I see her when I go to bed. One day my dad was mad at me for eating the

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

“We need to home.” I said with a sad face and kissed Alec on the cheek as a goodbye.

Whenever it’s nice outside my dog and I go for a walk on our rode it’s relaxing and not stressful. Sometime when i’m working on the farm i’ll take a break and play with them. When i’m down or feeling sick my dogs always cheer me up by getting me all hyped up and going for a walk and playing some ball. The last thing is they are good guard dogs, my puppy which is only four years old is very protective of my family, he’s always on guard, he lets my little sister climb all over him and stuff. Whenever my mom isn't home I let him roam the house and he jumps in bed with me or my little brother, Dustin. That's why my dogs are interesting to

My mom and I then began to search harder than we had before. The next day we found a very adorable dog. On the website they did not have much information about the dog named #199. We found him on Saturday. The shelter was closed on Saturday, and Sunday, so my mom emailed them our application. The only information on the website was that they thought he was a collie/whippet mix, male, playful, and they think that he is about ten months old. On Monday we had not seen or heard a reply yet and my mom and I were becoming very anxious. So on Wednesday my mom called the shelter to ask if they got our application. We kept on our search for our new furry friend and contacted the shelter anxiously awaiting to see what will happen next.

Growing up, my Grandparents had a Golden Retriever named Chief. Although he wasn’t really all that golden, he was more a rich copper red color. As kind and as fluffy as he was we were best friends from the beginning. Even after I got my own dog I was still infatuated with him. One Thanksgiving when I was around five we were at my Grandparents house. I played with him outside until my Mom hollered “Elizabeth! Time for dinner!” When we finally sat down for dinner, Chief was at my feet under the table and I snuck him food when the adults weren’t looking. After dinner, my Grandpa, brother and I went on a walk with Chief. Before we left I begged and begged for my Grandpa to let me hold the leash by myself. He finally said “ how’s this for a compromise, I’ll attach two leashes so both you and your brother can hold him.” I reluctantly agreed.

So when Animal jam first released the masterpiece feature I decided to make greater dog from undertale. It took me 4 hours (my hand was shaking from using a mouse). Before I can click create den item, my mom yelled at me and I completely froze, accidentally clicking exit on the tab. Now, this was the time that you couldn't save for dear life. So so it was gone forever. I soon tried to make another greater dog and I was in the same place lie before my dog started winning to go out so I ran really fast to take him out. So I could finish the last parts on the greater dog art. My dog took over 30 mins just to go and when I came back the game was logged off.

It was time to finish work for the day. As I was packing my belongings together, I looked at the picture that reminded me of those occurrences that had taken place 25 years ago. The picture was of Alannah, my twin. This picture was taken a few days before our family was broken apart. She was a young girl of around 6 years old. She had fair skin and brown hair with blue eyes. This reminded me of the first 6 years of our free and innocent

At the start of the summer, I had the opportunity to fly to Michigan to see where my dad grew up. As I flew on the plane, I thought of all the sights I would be able to see and draw to share with my friends online about the exhausting yet fun travel to Michigan. But, as we grew closer and closer to Michigan, I was only able to see white, fluffy clouds cover the thick, oval window in front of me. So, for a while I slept and decided to not look out the window until we landed, until my overly excited mother vigoursly slapped my knee to jolt me up. I was in a state of shock but still dazy due to I was almost asleep. But, she told me to look out the window as I would see something I had never seen before. After, seeing out the window the first time,