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On a sunny summer day I was in a car with my grandmother heading towards aunt Debby’s house. On the way there, my grandmother told me, Ollie, my aunt’s weiner dog has given birth to her first litter. She has given birth to six puppies. Unfortunately the father was a chihuahua. When we got to their one story house, Ollie came outside to greet us by licking our faces. We came inside the house it was small, There was one bathroom, three bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a small living room. The bedrooms

do anything about that. Christmas time, Scout curses in front of her Uncle Jack. Atticus decides to take the whole family to Finch Ranch. Scout did not like the place, and she didn’t have a good time. One night, Francis tells Scout that Dill is a runt and then calls Atticus a “N word-lover.” Scout curses him and beats him up. They get back. Scout is disappointed that her father is older than other fathers and sits inside with his glasses and reads. While the other fathers go in hunt and do fun

Meg, who had bright red hair, easily found. Meg had always been kind to me and my lot, taking it upon herself to feed and shelter us. She even let me sleep on her bed on especially cold nights. Most of The People were not so kind. They drowned our runts, or those who got too old. My ears began to prickle, and I stretched, hearing as far as it would go. Faintly, just ever so faintly, I could hear Meg. With a

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go) Once I'm on four paws I start running towards my destination. Running in the form is also very painful, but I shake it off and keep on running. That's not the only thing my injuries have stopped me from doing normally

He was astonished that he had yet another power. He wondered what else there was to come. Emilio was excited. He felt that energy around him swarm all of his senses, it was a very empowering feeling. It was something Emilio had never felt before. Emilio had always been stepped on and put down, this was the first time he stood up and fought back without being hurt and getting away with it. The memories of being hurt and humiliated on many levels started to swarm him, he just stood there, motionless

Without animals shelters, what would our world be like? To me, a normal day would go something like this, “It is a sunny day in August. I am out taking a walk, since it is such a nice afternoon. The streets are crowded; not with people, but animals. Dozens of cats and dogs flood the pavement, each running in a different direction. They seem to be ricocheting off of one another. I try to keep my balance as I maneuver over the energetic pooches, but a huge, smelly dog, covered in mud barrelled by me

Goliath pretty much as long as I have. My Miniature Pinscher has survived some pretty traumatizing things. I was so clueless when it came to owning a puppy. I did the best I could, but looking back I cringe. First, he was a puppy mill dog and the runt of the litter. I was ignorant to

hardest animal to give back was a small mix breed puppy. We had named this puppy Milo. Milo came to our house with his two litter mates. His litter mates were healthy and were fixed and adopted within a few weeks, however Milo wasn’t so lucky. He was the runt of the litter and had infections in both eyes. To help get rid of the infections I had to put medicine in his eyes multiple times a day. He was so small and weak my mom and I were both worried he might get cold in the middle of the night, so to keep

Christopher Kit Carson´s connections to Missouri is when he moved to Missouri when he was 16 and became to be a mountain man. Kit was His nickname when he was younger “ his family called him kit which means the runt of his family. Childhood Christopher Kit Carson was born December 24 1809 in Richmond Madison Kentucky. He had 14 brothers and sisters combined .He didn´t know how to read or write his whole entire life.when he was 8 he got a wood carved gun, He was 9 when his dad died he stopped

Currently my family and I attend the Enola First Church of God which is tucked away into a cul de sac off of the Wertzville road scarcely situated beyond the Enola boundary in which Pastor George Jensen presides. We have been attending this church for the past 20 years, mostly due to the charismatic Pastor Jensen’s unique aptitude to transverse biblical studies into effortless understanding concerning life’s day-to-day circumstances. On a dreary dampen early Sunday morning, we attended church (as