Shipley Alternate Ending

Once upon a time there was a young boy named jack. jack was 15 years old and lived in austin, texas. He has been wishing for a dog for a very long time now. While decorating the Christmas tree in the family room, a blue Dog jumped out from behind a couch and tackled jack to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, jack realized that the blue Dog was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, jack decided to keep the blue Dog as a pet. Since it was Christmas Eve he decided to name his pet clifford the blue Dog ''.'' Then he heard a noise from the front porch. That's right, it was jack's mother, susan. And boy was she surprised to see a blue Dog next to jack by the Christmas Tree! ''What in world is that?'' shouted susan. ''It's a blue Dog,'' answered jack. ''ah, I can see that, jack, but what on earth is it doing here?'' said susan. ''It's my new pet!'' answered jack. ''Oh you think so do you?'' remarked susan. ''I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates blue Dogs. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.'' And with that jack grabbed by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the kitchen--even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the kitchen, jack and his dog played and played, that is until jack's favorite television show, ''spongebob,'' started.

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

Christopher John Francis Boone, 15 year old young man that is diagnosed with an illness called Asperger syndrome ( Which is a form of autism that is a developmental disorder affecting ability to effectively socialize and communicate.) Christopher is very smart he knows all the countries and mostly prime numbers. “I know all the countries of the world and their capital cities and every prime number up to 7,057 (Haddon 1).” Although, Christopher loves dogs, but one day he came across his neighbor’s dog, Wellington the poodle, as he came on his knees he started to pet the dog and when he noticed that he was bleeding and there was a pitch fork near the dog. The neighbor, Mrs. Shears, came out of her house and noticed that Christopher had her dog’s in his arms with holes pierced in him, as she was worried that dog was now dead she called the police due to the scene and he was taking away because of his disorder he doesn’t like to be yelled at or touched so in his own defense he punched the police officer that touched him and was brought to a police station was withheld in a cell until he was released.

The thump of Lila landing on the floor had startled Tom momentarily and slightly brought him back to his sense. However, not fully. The character he'd inhabited on the journey home was still in control, but the noise and the look in the woman's eyes, caused her name, and her relationship to flash into his mind, and also why he'd thrown her to the floor as he had. Because she wanted it, it was her fantasy, and he was here to provide it to her. In as realistic fashion as possible.

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

I was in the field with Grampa collecting eggs to take over to Mr. Wilsons. All of a sudden we heard a gunshot. We weren’t surprised we knew it was Keet playing with his .22 rifle again. Then, we heard another shot. Grampa told me to take the eggs, me! I did not want to go over to Mr. Wilson’s at all. When I arrived at Mr. Wilson’s he was yelling at Keet and he took his rifle because his shots broke a window. Keet was crying like a baby. I left the eggs on the floor and ran, Lucky and Rufus the dogs chasing after me. Seconds later Keet burst out furious. I dove into the bushes to hide. Rufus sniffed out my hiding spot luckily Keet didn't see me. I went back home and found Kimi on the steps looking sad. To cheer her

Buck was a loyal dog that had a nice home and he was happy with it. But then the suffering began when he was stole and sold to a sled dog team that were off to Alaska to get gold from the gold rush. Buck was scared because he didn't know what was going on around him and didn't know what was going to happen to him.After he was sold buck was angry and confused about what happend and cool down after a little bit. Then Buck and the sled team were off to Alaska but what buck did not know was the worst has yet to come.

As Karl and Hildy start to fall asleep the sound of gunfire erupts from above them.

I reach out and twist my fingers through the white, thick fur, and I am surprised to find that it is solid. I imagined it to be dead by now, since it is Judy’s dog. Then, all of the sudden, the dog passed out, its fur transforming from snowy white to sickening gray.

Come over here, right now you little rat. Cali walked over and sat down. The owner, Bob, gave Cali so catnip. Cali ate up, then she went and sat on the chair in the corner of the FAMILY Room. The Owner went over to the closet grabbed his whip, whipped the dog off the chair, then He yelled, “ Little Rat you know you’re not supposed to be on the chair. Cali fell off the chair and ran to the closet and decided to go to the bathroom. The owner saw Cali do that and he whip her almost died. Bob, had been through a rough childhood, his dad was never home. His mom paid no attention to him only to his little sister. Cali and Bob both live in a one story house with no windows. The Yards grass was about 2 feet tall. The houses wood was starting to rot.

Draco walked down the spiral staircase on his way to Potions. He was studying every night until midnight for his final exam. Today, he wasn't feeling his best. It wasn't due to lac of hours in sleep, but yesterday afternoons walk by the Black Lake where he got bitten by a Mackled Malaclaw. He visited the Hospital Wing and was told that he would have to live out the feelings of feeling unlucky. To his extent, this worried him. Today was his last exam, and he knew from this venom he would not be lucky. This would affect the situation because he had to go through the exam feeling this way. The only way to handle this event is to try to steer his emotions away from the feeling of being unlucky. So, he placed his mind onto the content he studied

“I leave on Satur-”, the conversation came to an abrupt halt as the golden puppy bolted into the room catching everyone off guard. The puppy went straight to the one person who was well-known to give the best belly rubs, my dziadzia. His aged hands slowly reached down and pat the puppy. His rosy cheeks lit up with joy as the puppy rolled on his back. Dziadzia’s wrinkles by his eyes grew bigger and his pearly white teeth made an appearance. He adjusted his brown rimmed glasses from the tip of his nose to the top and proceeded with his conversation, “my flight leaves on Saturday at 7:30 am”. As my mom and dziadzia talked about his upcoming honor flight, I sat there, observing him. I never genuinely took a moment to think about the little things

Awkward. It is difficult to act when she’s around. He finds it difficult to breathe, difficult to think, difficult to move a single muscle. The point is that: he does not want to find himself under her scrutiny. Consequently, his frustration is bound to be never-ending. But why should he feel awkward in the first place? Why should he stress about this? She’s clearly the one at fault for having the audacity to still be the most beautiful girl that he knows, even after breaking his heart.

Yes, this one of the few parts of the days I have freedom! It was time to go potty! Prancing out of the room, I saw my competion for love. The other dog living in this house. He is like triple my age and since nobody can resist an adorable puppy like me, it’s no sweat. Wilbur is easy to overpower and control because he waddles everywhere since he is super chubby.

“Take that dog back wherever you picked it up from”, my mother yelled across the front yard. “No, it’s hungry, you can see his ribs,” 7yr old me replied in sorrow. Mother rolled her eyes at me and made a hand movement, agreeing to let the dog in the front porch, because she was already used to it. Yet again she reminded me, that I was only going to feed it and not keep it. I looked at her in grief as if I wanted to cry, and she didn’t budge and walked inside. “Stay here”, I told the dog, as if he knew what I was saying he sat there. I ran inside and grabbed some steamed carrots and broccoli mother had cooked, I mashed them into little pieces and put in onto a paper plate.