PATCH
This journey had been anything but amusing. I have never been in a truck. This old or this size. Ever. The whole experience seems to come with more pain and discomfort then necessary. I am young and here? I’m no expert in what we are about to undertake.
It’s a combination of my uncles driving skills, the dusty roads, constant pot holes, cattle grids, silence and open space that’s making this seem strange. The radio is just static. My uncle is just stoic. My hand is resting on patch. We both like the contact, Patch the mongrel, Mitch the problem child. Where kindred spirits now.
The constant grinding of gears, shuffled downwards to slow our descent into gullies and seemingly crunched with equal gusto to accelerate up and over them. Leads to more dust, pot holes, and cattle grids. Seemingly endless. The sun has been up
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Patch and I are getting to know each other.
“Shouldn’t do that to her”. ‘Uncle Dave’ is back. “She’s one of the working dogs”
Dave has a way about him, My Aunty Loves him, he care immensely for her. The life he leads, the people in his town, his family station, his friend’s. Mean everything to him and he seems to know everyone. Problem is Dave and I don’t really know each other. We are working this out on the run.
I need to know why I can’t play with patch. I stand tall and proud and nervous and I’m sure I’m actually shaking.
“So what if she a working dog, we are just playing” I lean down and start patting her slowly from head to behind her ears. I’m looking. Waiting for an answer. Dave began in his, ‘Watch that its hot’ conversation style. He thinks I’m a bit of a lost cause.
“Working dogs have a job to do on a property. He has a rag in his hand and he’s cleaning grease and oil and dirt off them. Just staring past me. I’m wondering why even bother, your hands will never be clean. When he first shook my hand upon meeting I flinched. That stuff is like inside
"Hey boy where are you going?" the driver shouted at Bill while he stretched his arms across the opening to prevent myself from stepping down. I stood waiting. "Where do you think your going?" he asked, his heavy cheeks quivering with each word. "I'd like to go to the rest room." I smiled and moved to step down. He tightened his grip on the
"What are you doing in this part of town?” said dog. Little Red Riding Coat replied, "Going to Grandmothers."
A clear understanding on attachment that I was able to obtain while reading The Boy Who was raised as a Dog was very similar to what I had obtained from my class textbook Development Through Life: A Psychosocial Approach. According to Newman & Newman (2012), “attachment is the process through which people develop specific, positive emotional bonds with others”. Newman & Newman (2012) mentioned an infant’s attachment is expressed through preferential responsiveness to a few familiar figures. As an infant it is very vital to have a secure attachment with one’s caregiver not just for the child’s brain to develop the correct way, but for the growth of relationships later in the child’s life. Newman and Newman (2012) also point out that there is
The central idea of Sgt. Stubby Hero dog of WW1 is that a dog can be far more useful than just a mascot, he can be a loyal friend. I know this because in the text it said, “Stubby became ultra-sensitive to its odor and was able to run through the trenches, barking and biting soldiers awake before an attack.” This shows that Stubby helped warn the soldiers that they should get up and prepare for attack. Later in the text it says, “The dog could locate wounded Americans on the battlefield by listening for the specific sounds of English amid the fracas. He would stay and bark until the medics came ,...” This is a example of how he was loyal to the soldiers.
Starting Middle School changed how I felt about school in general as I wasn’t babied anymore.
The taxi pulled up and Sandra and I got in. She took the passenger's seat; I sat in the rear. I felt calm. After the first acceleration, that serenity transformed to sheer panic and nausea. I was praying silently as I held on for dear life.
The bus made everyone's mouth dry because of everyone in there, so on our way home, we stopped a lot of places to either have a bathroom break or just to get something to drink. Getting out was a struggle every time because I gave up on my boots and took them off every time we got back on the bus. Since we had a TV in the bus Mrs. Sondag made us watch Lonesome Dove all the way back to Iowa, where our parents picked us up at six o’clock in the
As time pass by, my temporary solution of making myself thing everything is normal became permanent. Now, I am adjusted to life in Halifax, Nova Scotia. But I will never forget the memories I left during my first days of school. It had been a great ride. Today, I am the person who spends most of the time doing school work, research and other activities containing educational purposes. For others, it isn’t normal for a child or teen to be like it. In my opinion, this is how I have fun. Today, I still feel the same way sometime. But I know what happened in my past starting my first day of school at Park West had shaped who I am today.
Nothing feels better than being able to have your own car to take you to places, instead of always depending on someone to take you around in theirs. But when it comes to driving a long distance, my mom gets frightened . I remember I was in my room with my ear to the door trying to decipher what my mom and her boyfriend were discussing about in the living room. There were murmurs, something about “don’t go to work”, “take us”, and “few days.” Then a deep voice came into distance “no”, “no”, “I can’t” then I heard heavy footsteps and a door slam hard. I figured out that meant her boyfriend wasn’t going to take us to Tennessee. I contemplated a bit and finally, it came to mind that the woman who lives two houses down always knows somebody, who knows somebody, that can help with
By the honorable Mister Nelson Mandela’s canon, we have a lot of room for improvement in terms of our soul, based on one of is famous quotes, “There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the way in which it treats its children.”. The world is full of monsters who prey on children, but fortunately there are people who choose to put children before their own needs. With love and emotional connection, fill the holes that beasts have left. There are amazing teachers, foster parents, adoptive parents, alloparents, and biological parents that really help these disenfranchised children, but sometimes just love is not enough to undo what has already been done. That is where people like Doctor Bruce D. Perry, M.D, PH.D., come in.
I have changed a lot academically throughout my 7th grade year. I used to get a bunch of missing assignments. Now I haven't got one in a month or probably even more. My grades have also improved a bunch! I I used to get C’s,
For all of my elementary school years, I moved places a lot. I started at a new school every year. I never had my own bedroom. I was always leaving friends. I had to learn to adjust to my environment about 6 times, once a year. I left things unfinished. School years, sports seasons, and relationships. I was never sure whether or not this was common, but I just went with it. I never liked it, but had to go with it, the way Scout had to go with going to school.
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
Other things in my life changed as well. I started to care about school, and developed a love for learning. My grades reflected this, and soon I began to like school again. I became cheerful and jubilant in my own ways. I was still under the clutches of my computer addiction, but things were looking up. I made some new friends in my class, and was generally a nicer person. I started listening to the same songs I always have, but at the same time branched out to different genres. I became a better person both in and out of my
?Check the garage,? was all my mom replied. As soon as she said this, I knew that my beloved dog was gone.