One Saturday morning I woke up and didn’t feel right, I was much shorter than usual. I went to my sister’s room to look in a mirror. When I went in I was shocked to see what had happened. I had turned into a dog! How had this happened, when, and why me?
I sat and thought about how I was going to get my family to recognize me as a dog. I had an idea to eat in my room because I always did. Now I realized that I was a dog, so I had to find some kind of food that I could eat. I remembered that there was dog food in the cabinet. So I took it to my room and started to eat. I left all sorts of crumbs on my bed. Once I had finished eating, I left the bag there thinking that should at least give them a hint it’s me. But somehow they didn’t think
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 was outside in the barn, playing and petting the pup, that Slim let me have, he is such a nice fella. The pup is brown and white just like I asked George. I wanted to take the pup inside so I could pet it while I sleep. The only way was to sneak it in, because George would never let the pup sleep in the bunk house. I tucked the pup into my shirt, and put my denim coat on my shoulders. I tried to walk as hunched over as possible, so no one would notice the pup. When I walked in George was talking to Slim, but suddenly stopped when he saw me. I didn't want George to notice the pup I brought in secretly, so I hurried to my bunk to lay down. I faced the wall so neither George or Slim would notice. I pulled my knees up so the pup wouldn't escape,
I jump and scream. As I get half way through the Woods I trip on root coming out of the ground. Scrapes are covering my knee, blood gushing! I limp my way through the woods tripping and falling as I go. I finally see the backyard of my house, but first have to get through the neighbor's yard. Hopefully that angry dog is locked up! I think to myself! But as I reach the neighbors yard I see the vicious, angry, horrifying dog standing there with his slobber all over his mouth Just staring at me. “Nice doggy” I said sweetly. But it doesn't work. He comes chasing at me only couple yards away! “ Bruno!” Yells the neighbors owner.”Stop this instant!” Bruno goes walking toward the man slowly. “Kenal! Now!” Bruno walks past me growling while walking toward his kenal. “Sorry about that,” says the owner. “Here i’ll help you home.” He says sweetly. As we approach the door, my mother opens it quickly. “What happened? Are you ok?” “Yeah.” I reply. “Well thank you!” “ No problem.” says the man. When I walk inside mom quickly cleans up my knee and sends me straight to bed. As I lay in bed I think of all the crazy things I did today. This was a day I would never
Out of the blob of dogs, I saw a really big dog prance out and he was beautiful, he was a purebred for sure, and a German shepherd. He started sniffing all of the other dogs and looking all around, he seemed very overwhelmed. I stayed away from him and he did until that night. He came toward me and sniffed at me, looked at me really weird, and then started barking at me. I left the barking alone until he started biting on my leg, that's when I got my fat self up and took off running, all the other dogs chased me and the new dog chased them. I found myself a new
Dogs, spiders, goldfish, and philosophy. The odd one out?... Goldfish - they’ve never given me a panic attack. I’ve been plagued with an interest in philosophy, particularly metaphysics. It started out from learning about the idea of an omniscient God. If I’m just a piece of his grand plan, is my future already predetermined? … I didn’t want to think about it. Later came a connection from biology, chemistry, and physics. Everything in the universe is composed of particles including me. If each one of those particles occupies a position and has a velocity, is the future completely determined by the projection of their collisions? This got me thinking - do I actually have free will? Physics and phenomena felt too different to me to really think I didn’t. I later started to learn about psychology and neuroscience and how consciousness arises from the interactions of different parts of our brain as well as their responses to environmental stimuli. It made me conceptualize my entire sense of self as a product of
Later on, Linda and I, happy together went to the garden to climb trees, eat leafy food, and pursue butterflies in playing field close by a colossal waterway. Linda overwhelmed by this awesome scene started to bounce up with energy. I took Linda by the hand and led her to a serene cow. This animal was enduring out there gnawing some grass. Linda followed it yielded on her stifler, she confronted and chuckled and said stunning!! My educator said the cows, sheep, and goats are ruminants, they eat simply grass. At that moment my only wish was to go to class I thought. At one time in a while, I played with little sheep, they are so dazzling, splendid creatures. Causing a gathering of fun we disregarded time. It was getting dreary, I expressed,
My parents noticed my attitude and decided to fill in the missing craziness with a dog.
Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Is all Max could hear when he went to go get his first dog by himself. He was so excited to finally get a dog! Max had just graduated from college and was excited too live on his own. But what he was most excited to do was get a dog! .When he was little his parents never let him get a dog because they thought they were useless. Max had always loved dogs whenever he would go to friends houses he would always end up playing with their dog. Now he was happier than ever to finally get a dog! He was wondering which one to get,
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.
"Only if you take care and pay for it and all its things." mom replied
My identity can be defined by moments in my life. Moving to Canada, learning English and going to high school are three major moments in my life. Going through these experiences have changed the person in me and made me more confident, stronger, better in everything.
Culture and identity are inextricably linked concepts. Identity is formed by your culture and in turn your identity shapes the respective cultures of the groups you identify with. I belong to many different cultural groups, and my identity is a complex web of competing and conflicting beliefs, experiences, and characteristics. My identity is not only complex, but also dynamic, as the experiences I have change who I am.
“Ruff” I said as I got out of my bed. “Rough sleep” I said. I am Duck the dog. I know you’re all like you are a dog and you’re named Duck? Yes I'm named Duck deal with it. One day I was on my deck of my beach house. Yes I have a beach house stay on track. I pay for my beach house with all the money I make doing commercials and stuff. I am the Target dog, Stella in Modern Family, and I was Comet in Full House. I see a spark on the beach in the distance. I try ignore it but it just keeps flickering and Im a dog so instincts you know, I run to it. It is a campfire along the trees and I see hot dogs and a weenie roaster, my mouth is watering, and I just can’t resist so I start to roast my weenie.
4-month-old Connor recently discovered his voice and pitches. At three, he demonstrated his unique talent. The dog and I were painfully aware it was the start of a long day. regretting singing him Do Re Mi these past few days, I realize while laying in bed muffling the sounds with a pillow.
When I was in seventh grade I came home from school one day to find a dog in my room. “This is Rico,” my sister, Marissa, said. “Whose dog is this?” I asked with excitement. “He’s our dog now. My friend gave him to me because she is no longer able to take care of him,” she explained. Is this really happening? I have a dog? I began to approach him to pet him and he immediately began to bark.