Chew Toys and Chewed Shoes “What happened?” asked Mom as I stomped inside slamming the door behind me as the little devil trotted inside. “Squish Squish” went my sopping wet new blue Nike sneakers. My back was soaked and grassy and I looked like a sweaty man coming home from the gym, except this was definitely NOT sweat! My hair dripped down from the roots and my mascara ran down my cheeks. “Oh my! Is that smell you or the dog?” Mom asked plugging her nose. Wow, I really did smell like a wet dog AND looked like one too. My brother Derek stared up at me while holding his Bumble Bee Transformer as a phoney smile crawled across his face. “Don’t ask!” I spat out glaring at the dog who could probably care less. This is not even the …show more content…
The house was in the country and Archie belonged to Amish family. While we walked up to the doorstep of the house that had Archie, my heart raced a million times per second, and I couldn’t wait! The woman in the flowered dress opened the door and lead us down stairs to pick out our new puppy. Mom grasped a fat little fellow in her hands. “This puppy is perfect!” Mom exclaimed. This puppy was fat and had dark brown ears that looked like a toasted marshmallow, unlike his other sisters and brothers. He licked Mom's face and she laughed. We all knew this puppy was perfect...or so we thought. We rode home and Archie slept on a big green blanket on Mom's lap the entire ride. When we got home, Archie was bouncing off the walls after a long nap in the car. He was a curious little puppy and everything seemed to interest him. He wanted to explore the house-- but it was way too late and everyone was pooped. We brought out the big cage we bought for Archie and put a big brown bed and some chew toys in it and it looked like a doggy sleeping paradise. That’s at least what I thought, but Archie had a different perspective of that
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
Kristi Yamaguchi is best known as an Olympic champion who won a gold medal for women’s individual figure skating in 1992. Most people don’t know that Kristi Yamaguchi was born with bilateral clubfoot. Kristi became interested in ice skating when she was 4 or 5 years old after watching former Olympians Peggy Fleming and Dorothy Hamill skate in the Ice Follies and Ice Capades (Working Mother, n.d.). In an interview with Aylona Minkovski (2014), Yamaguchi said, “when [I] wanted to start skating [my] doctors said ‘Yes, it might help with the strength and coordination [after clubfeet treatment], and it’s a very good athletic activity.’ ”
Upon the discovery of the stuffed puppy Paula once owned, Dr. Harpin asked if Paula remembered the puppy in the next session. She remembered and found the puppy up in her mother’s attic. After finding the puppy, it became a source of aggravation for Paula. Over the course of the next few nights, Paula would leave the puppy in one location, and then wake up to find it in bed with her. This would explain Caroline waking up crying because she wanted the puppy, and Sherry would retrieve it to console her. Paula would be left confused.
“Hi Daisy”, Abby says while taking a seat across from me. At that moment, my jaw literally dropped, and my mouth went speechless and dry. “Daisy!” Mom snapped, giving me “The Look”. I quickly closed my mouth and said hi. As we spent a few minutes in awkward silence after I said hi, I sat there staring aimlessly into her face. I wasn’t trying to be rude but she w...
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
I’m not an orphan, my mother’s not dead.” Her mom’s friend had to drag her inside the orphanage. Her mother’s girlfriend had promised her that she would take good care of her. She promised ... ... middle of paper ... ...
Whether in the form of a human or an unearthly creature, monsters are implemented in cultures world-wide. From political ads to deeper social issues, monsters and their seemingly inherent traits portray the not-so-pretty realities of humanity. Traits that are often associated with monsters are not always the result of the monster’s nature. External influences, or nurture in the case of nature vs. nurture, have a greater influence in the formation of a monster due to the reality of societal neglect. Frankenstein’s monster, otherwise known as the Creature, is a well-known example of how external influences create a true monster.
“What’s up?” I looked at his mom and threw up a peace sign, knowing the remark would irritate her. Vesper stifled a laugh and tried to cover it up with a cough. He looked up from the fridge.
With her family’s lack of money, Doris, the protagonist, can only hope that her parents will let her keep the puppy. Many times, she is disappointed and succumbs to sorrow, all because of money. A time when this happens is when she begs for her mother to not let her father take away the puppy. In this scene, Doris’s mother tells her to act more grown up about the situation: lack of money. “...Shook her head, ‘You know we cannot afford a dog, Doris.
His name was Aden, and he was about 7 years old. He had messy brown hair and excited blue eyes. As soon as he saw the lonely puppy, he smiled. “Mom! Dad!” he called. “There’s one puppy left!”. The puppy recognized this boy from earlier in the day. He had picked the puppy up and said, “I want to take you home. I’ll be right back.”.
I met the man to pick my choice of dog. I was brought into a room and in this room was a basket overflowing with sleeping puppies. They were two months old black and white but also a few brindle. Some had escaped and wandered off walking. Each one was five hundred dollars, not a price that bothered me since I saved enough for this. This small half black and white face male puppy really caught my attention. “That one!” Nothing was changing my mind on that. That puppy was going to be Bentley. All of my life, I had waited for this. He makes his arrival to his new
Understanding the Psychology of Foot Fetishism Sex is one of the most natural things in the world, considering that it's part of a biological process. But as what sex educator and relationship expert Dr. Yvonne Fulbright said, it is one topic that remains taboo to this day. Sex isn't something anyone discusses in the open. So imagine the struggle of people with fetishes to discuss their needs, and find answers to questions or clarification to the confusing feelings they're experiencing. How would you know if your obsession with a foot is normal or abnormal if you can't talk about it?
My father knelt down and kissed my forehead as he said, “Don’t worry, Princess, Mommy will….Oh here she is now!” I sprang from my warm, sheltered seat and sprinted to the front window as quickly as my tiny legs could move. My fingers grasped the long, wooden windowsill and my little pug nose pressed against the window pain. My breath delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother step out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in view with the outside world.
...ress with her dog addressed her attention towards me and said, “I am afraid that your dog will not survive. You should of just left him to die at your place.” The venom that dripped from her tone and volume soaked her words to me like all the malignant bacteria that thrive in the gutter of our trash receptacles. I was furious and did not believe one word that she had said. Although I was hesitant and distressed because it was my carelessness that led my poor dog to suffer.
The day Mom got Sugar was somewhat frightening for me. Obviously, I wanted nothing to do with the dog, I never planned to be in the same room as the dog, much less, take care of the dog. After all, Mom was supposed to take care of the dog. Slowly, I fell in love with her. She looked stern and loving. Her warm, brown eyes and pearly white smile only helped me fall in love with her. Not long after that I started to enjoy her company. Sugar was a loyal dog, she wanted to please everyone. When we went for a walk Sugar would come with us. We kept her on a leash, yet she never strayed from us.