Personal Narrative: Pet Hotel

My purchase occurred on my ninth birthday. I received 60 dollars for my birthday, and my parents took me to the “Mecca” for kids--the toy store. By the time I arrived at the store, the birthday money was a raging inferno burning a hole through my pocket. When I had walked into the store, I saw a stack of red, blue, and green cube-shaped metal boxes full of Pokémon cards glinting in the artificial light of the store. Each box was a steep price of 20 dollars, and after “thinking” about which box to buy, I decided to buy all three boxes. My parents tried to convince me to look around the store, for we had only been there for five minutes. But I dismissed their comments and followed through

Have you ever gotten lost as a kid? Maybe in a store or, at the mall and your whole world feels like it’s crumbling, piece by piece? Well, I’ve gotten lost too. At Disney World.

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

Walking up to the shelter only to find that the dog we wanted is being taken home by another family, we thought we wouldn't be getting a dog today. But when we found her, we were glad that the other dog was taken. Her black, slicked back fur shedding off of her perfect dog body. Her black beady eyes are bulging out of her head with the look of excitement. Unable to hold herself back she breaks the leash that the vet was trying to hold her back with. Running to us, she slips and falls on her head. We don’t have a second to worry because she jumps up and starts licking our faces with her slobbery tongue. By the time she is tired from licking our faces, we feel as if we just went swimming in a pool of melting jello

As I road into town, brushing the dust off my Stetson, I sighed in relief. The dusty trails of Texas can really take a tole on a man. I was tired, and made my way straight to the Golden Coral Inn. I hadn’t heard much of the happenings of this town and was curious, but being a man of few words, I decided to just sit back in the lounge and listen to what was to be said. It was interesting, as talk up this way normally is. I heard there was a range war goin’ on a little ways out of town, between an old timer and a stronger, more powerful ranch. The bigger ranch, the Circle J, was wantin’ the land that the little ranch had. The littler ranch, the T Bar, wasn’t sellin’ though. He was gettin’ his cows rustled and every other dirty trick in the book. I was about to head up to my room when I heard a name that stopped me dead in my tracks: Tom Wesley.

In my essay I am going to compare things from the book Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet to events in my life. In the book on page 9 paragraph one it talks about how after Marty’s mother passed away Marty kept busy at college to avoid his dad and the reality of the situation. Marty only came back home for laundry and in asking his father for money which his dad always gave him because he felt awful. In my life I have known a lot of people that deal with death in this same way. They work a lot and keep themselves busy to avoid the life situation that’s really happening. In my opinion, this is not the best way to deal with grief because eventually it’s going to catch up with you.

My car totaled out in a ditch, sirens blaring causing a distinct ring in my ears that seemed to last for days and blue lights strobing like a dub step concert, I sat there on my bumper listening to the radio like never before. It was a quite night in March of 2016 when an event would change my outlook on humanity itself. Never will I respond to call with out the thought of this may go bad quick.

One day at our summer cabin in the woods me my mom,dad,brother, and sister were having a peaceful day except for that this time we were in danger having to live off the land. For we feared that some kind of creature had taken over our cabin. What was once a peaceful vacation spot was know a place of eeriness.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

I never knew that I was a part of something bigger than a backup, but I turned out to be. Now the fate of every sliver of good magic Walt Disney ever dreamed up rests on me-me and the team, I should say. I suppose it all started, that everything changed at midnight.

I am the General Manger of the recently-purchased and renovated Timber Cove Inn. After a 2.5 million upgrade, the raccoons have returned to nature, we have remodeled the rooms, and we have added hiking trails and an events lawn overlooking the spectacular Sonoma Coast.

My heart palpitates as I walk into Disney World, it seems like something out of a dream. For a moment I desire only one thing, that my family was beside me in this journey, but I quickly relinquish the thought knowing that wasn’t possible. I then let out a sigh, blinking away the tears that seemed to have already formed in my eyes. “Keep your focus” I quickly and strictly muttered to myself as I wander around the theme park.

It has usually been my experience that a cocktail consumed everyday, anytime of day is an essential requirement for sanity. For those that imbibe, a cocktail can turn a bad day into a fabulous one. Last year I started a new job, sufficed to say I was happy and grateful but unimpressed, but it was a lot of money. What made everything chill was the bar located in the downstairs lobby of the hotel. Now, this bar was nothing to brag about, I mean it was not the famous Hotel Monteleone in New Orleans that houses the famed carousel bar, this was just a pissant, nothing special watering hole adequately placed for hotel guest to spend money on expensive drinks-you get the picture. Every day at lunch and dinner my small group of co-workers and I pranced

On 04/06/17, at 5:46pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 1840 Roberts St on a dog at large, patrol only. I arrived in the area and proceeded to drive around, as I was turning north in an alley from Roberts St, I heard a dog barking from the east of Roberts St. I saw a brown/white pit bull loose near 1840 Roberts St. I took a picture of the dog loose. I advised Franklin County Animal Care and Control (FCACC) Dispatcher B. Grotsky to contact the dog owner that lives at that location. I had previously captured the dog on 10/06/16. The dog ran on the front poach of the above location. I exited my vehicle and knocked on the door. I received no answers. I utilized my snare pole to gain control of the dog. I placed the dog in