Dogger: A Fictional Narrative

I continued to watch and listen, hearing doctors yelling for anodynes to relieve any sort of pain a patient was feeling, and residents running like animals trying to find something to ease the pain, like anesthesia. I began to get tired of all the crazy in the operating room, so I decided to head to the waiting room, where all sorts of people come trying to find answers to relieve their pain. Usually, the people who sit in the waiting room don’t have any sort of life threatening disease, even though they think they do. I sat on an open chair next to a table. On the table was a book titled, “The Book of Pathology”, with the subtitle “All You’ll Ever Need to Know About Disease”. I flipped through, and after about a minute of trying to read, I realized a book on the cause and effects of disease wasn’t the most interesting subject for a 15-year-old. I picked up a gossip magazine and decided that this was the more interesting choice of reading. Reading in awe of the breakup between Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner, I began to hear someone talking. The only person near me was a man with a puppet on his hand that was sleeping. I went back to reading, thinking nothing of it. A minute later I heard someone talking but still, the only person next to me was the man with a

“A Dog’s Purpose”, written by W. Bruce Cameron, is about a dog that dies and comes back in many different bodies. This book’s genre is fiction. The book does not have a certain setting. “A Dog’s Purpose” takes place in the state of Michigan. The story begins in 1969, however because the dog dies and comes back many times throughout the story, there is not a specific time frame that the story occurs in.

In the short story “The Last Dog” by Katherine Patterson a boy named Brock goes outside of the dome to explore and ends up finding a dog named Brog. The lesson I learned is believe in yourself and don’t always believe what other people tell you. I liked the “The Last Dog” because it was set in the future. How I connected was that he believed what he thought instead of what everyone else thought. It was easy to connect because he believed in himself.

The book “The Captain's Dog” follows Lewis and Clark's expedition, which took place from 1804 to 1806, to find A waterway that travelled from the east coast to the west coast, were they end up in modern day Oregon. Most of the U.S. had not been claimed by Europe and was owned by other countries. The expedition was started by George Washington who was the president at the time, sent out Lewis and Clark after the Louisiana purchase, which was when the U.S. had bought A large amount of land from Spain. Lewis and Clark had started the expedition in missouri, following the mississippi river. Though they did not discover A passage way, they discovered many new species of animals. Captain Clark had also brought along his dog, Seaman, who had gotten

he AIDS hospice reeked from disease and neglect. On my first day there, after an hour of "training," I met Paul, a tall, emaciated, forty-year-old AIDS victim who was recovering from a stroke that had severely affected his speech. I took him to General Hospital for a long-overdue appointment. It had been weeks since he had been outside. After waiting for two and a half hours, he was called in and then needed to wait another two hours for his prescription. Hungry, I suggested we go and get some lunch. At first Paul resisted; he didn’t want to accept the lunch offer. Estranged from his family and seemingly ignored by his friends, he wasn’t used to anyone being kind to him — even though I was only talking about a Big Mac. When it arrived, Paul took his first bite. Suddenly, his face lit up with the biggest, most radiant smile. He was on top of the world because somebody bought him a hamburger. Amazing. So little bought so much. While elated that I had literally made Paul’s day, the neglect and emotional isolation from which he suffered disgusted me. This was a harsh side of medicine I had not seen before. Right then and there, I wondered, "Do I really want to go into medicine?"

Is there any coffee left?” Ernest asked, holding up his cup. “Sure,” Don said and filled it. “I don’t know if you knew it, but once Butch healed, he was the sweetest dog, I have ever seen. He lived in our home for years until we gave him to my nephew for his son.” Ernest smiled and said, “I never knew that. It was funny at the time you scared the hell out of me when you told me you gave no one discounts. If anybody asked for one that you charged them double.” “I remember the expression on your face was priceless.” “It surprised me when you told me, your name was Don and to never call you doctor again.” Ernest said, "It sure didn’t take you long to decide you wanted the sick animals, and I could have the healthy ones until we found homes for them. Was that your original plan?” “Oh, no, when I saw you with the injured dog, I knew at once, we could work together, and the stories around town about you were bullshit,” he said, as the phone rang. “Dr. Kelley, my I help you,” answering the phone, he said. “What’s wrong with Fluffy today?” “Sure, I’ll come by after work. It will not be necessary to bring Fluffy to the

Have you ever wondered if animals share humanlike qualities? When you go to the zoo, you can observe an animal's behavior. For example, if you're staring at a few nocturnal owls, you may think that these creatures are much like yourself when you stay up all night studying. Then you take a look at the gorillas in their artificial habitat.

A hush fell over the crowd as Petie raised his arm for silence, as they waited eagerly to see what this performance was going to show. Timkin, Bruno and Crystal began walking to Petie’s side, diverting the crowd’s attention to them as Petie furtively hid his flute from plain sight up his sleeve.

“He’s nice! Don’t worry, he won’t bite or anything. Er, I think.” Perhaps things would’ve rolled a lot smoother had he not mumbled that last part. “I don’t actually know.” Luke spared Wedge a sheepish look before stepping aside, the length of his body still adhered to the door. Except, what in the world could he do? Slam the door in Wedge’s face should Doggo jump him? He’d heard the excited tail swishing back and forth against the wooden floors, it was loud enough for him to perceive even now. Regardless of Luke’s apprehension, due to how he’d yet to have a guest in his home since rescuing Doggo last night, Luke knew he had to move aside. Hesitantly, Luke stepped fully back and allowed Wedge to see the newest member of his flat. Behind him sat Doggo, panting lightly until his mouth closed and his head tilted to the side again. Luke

Your novel “A Dog’s Journey” was outstanding and well-written. Throughout the whole novel, the descriptions make you feel as though you are experiencing the situations the characters are put through. The reason I fell in love with your book is because it shows the true meaning of a dog being a man’s best friend. These creatures that we have taken into our lives, have had more of an impact on us than we realize and this book shows exactly what we take for granted. Reading further into the book, it can become hard to follow, but the ending message is inspirational. The amount of characters in this book makes you realize that no matter what situation you are in personally, your dog will watch over you. Just as the title reads, dog’s were given

Today was the death of a dear person close to my heart, Charles Gordon. He was a man who started with nothing but had mere motivation, I was the one who brought death upon this man. I suggested him to a surgery to triple his IQ it worked he was a genius and wrote a masterful research to help his fellow kind. Charles had it all, but it slowly crumbled away. It was hard to watch him deteriorate slowly it had to have been incredibly painful for him to watch himself deteriorate before his eyes. He shunned me and told me to go away I understand why he must’ve hated me and he left for a few months to only return on the brink of death.Search parties were sent after Charles, Mr.Donnegan and Dr.Strauss and Nemur all paid for search parties and kept

I believe a strong message in this story is that everything is different in another's

“But indeed it was not real education; it was only show.” From “A Dog’s Tale” by Mark Twain.He expresses his humor with his own style of writing.By using different Literary devices in his work in this text he uses a humorous tone and amusing descriptions to make the reader laugh.

Millie was spooning soup into bowls when she heard a thump, then a yelp. She almost rolled her eyes when she realized what had happened. He had fallen off the couch. Sure enough, when she walked into the living room he was propped on one elbow, holding his head with the other, his legs tangled in the blankets. She tried to hold in a laugh, but failed as a small giggle slipped out. He turned his head towards her with confused eyes. "Wha?"

His husky, tired attempt at speech caused her to snort, then she got down to business, crouching beside him and asking the questions the doctors on the television always asked their concussed patients. "What is your name?"

He blinked at her slowly before responding confidently but still drowsily, "Jonathon Stenton."

Millie was pretty

You may never again step on a slug when you learn about their life-saving actions in the trenches; perhaps even offer it a leaf to nibble. Bees, glow worms, kangaroos, dogs, cats, mice, camels and dolphins, to name but a few of the varied creatures of the animal world that contributed in unusual and amazing ways to the war effort.