Not My Pippy! BBRRIINNGG! I had always woken up at five in the morning to the annoying sound of my primitive alarm clock, just to walk my silly dog, Pippy. Pippy was close, somewhat like a brother, annoying and vexatious, but sweet at times. So, I stumbled out of bed since my freshly woken mind was as foggy as the mirror after my shower. My mangled brown, flowy hair usually got in the way, so I would just try to put it in a ponytail, instead of brushing it since I was lazy. Pippy’s little button-like nose was pressed to the smudged glass window. I tell him the same words every time, “Come on, get your leash, Pippy!” He usually responded with a little yip of happiness. He had tugged at his leash on the wall, all bite-marked and broken-down. I would pour food in his bowl outside. The morning is different than any other time of day. The fresh smell of leaves, the sound of the wind, and the chill against your face all …show more content…
I couldn’t believe it! Pippy was a good but lazy dog. He never runs off! I ran out the open front door. I gazed around, spotting that my mom was getting out of the car, presumably from shopping. I told her to get back in and go look for Pippy down the road, while I checked the neighborhood yards. I dashed around the town’s streets, searching for any sign of Pippy, a person, or even a random animal. Then I came along to find two children playing catch. I walked over to them, out of breath. “Have you seen… a dog… running around?” I barely threw it out of my parched throat. “Um, yes, actually, I believe it went around by the north road,” one of the kids replied. A burst of hope fluttered in my heart that was then followed by despair. He was heading out of town. It was becoming dark, and my mom stopped and told me to head home, so I abided her instructions. We had lost our dog. For the next few days leading up to school, I still searched and put up posters, but without any avail. Pippy was nowhere to be
The window was cold to the touch. The glass shimmered as the specks of sunlight danced, and Blake stood, peering out. As God put his head to the window, at once, he felt light shining through his soul. Six years old. Age ceased to define him and time ceased to exist. Silence seeped into every crevice of the room, and slowly, as the awe of the vision engulfed him, he felt the gates slowly open. His thoughts grew fluid, unrestrained, and almost chaotic. An untouched imagination had been liberated, and soon, the world around him transformed into one of magnificence and wonder. His childish naivety cloaked the flaws and turbulence of London, and the imagination became, to Blake, the body of God. The darkness lingering in the corners of London slowly became light. Years passed by, slowly fading into wisps of the past, and the blanket of innocence deteriorated as reality blurred the clarity of childhood.
Miss Brill and Pi posses the ability to emotionally attach themselves to a fur and an animal. Miss Brill connects with a fur. She is so close to her fox fur, that she sees herself in it. It is just as old and useless as she is to the world. Except when she goes out on Sundays. It gives her comfort. It is her closest thing to a friend in the cruel world she lives her life in. Pi befriends a tiger. Richard Parker becomes Pi’s only companion. He was there through the good and the bad. All they had was each other for months. When he looses his friend, it seems to be more than he can bear. “I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because Richard Parker had left me…(...
The other volunteers and I were all ready to pack up and leave when the brand new owner of Suzie Q had begun sprinting towards saying how the dog had escaped . At the beginning, I had gotten very nervous because The street in front of us was congested with traffic and there are many cars passing. Fortunately, Donna had told us to stay calm and be aware of what's going on, and let us go look for Susie Q.Consequently being calm and well aware of my surroundings we were able to find Suzie Q safe and sound. I was able to overcome this challenge by remaining relax calm and aware of all my
...her. The attendants are helping the students gather up the animals and reassure the patients. When all the animal are loaded, the students all say their good-byes and pile into the van. "See you next week," they shout. As the van pulls away from the curb, a plummy, shaggy-haired puppy sadly barks his good-bye through the back window.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
A dreadful thing had happened — a dog, come goodness knows whence, had appeared in the yard. It came bounding among us with a loud volley of barks, and leapt round us wagging its whole body, wild with glee at finding so many human beings together. It was a large woolly dog, half Airedale, half pariah. For a moment it pranced round us, and then, before anyone could stop it, it had made a dash for the prisoner, and jumping up tried to lick his face. Everyone stood aghast, too taken aback even to grab at the dog.
Ramona felt much better. Ramona thought to herself only babies are afraid to sleep alone. Her eyes felt heavier and heavier then she finally fell asleep. Ramona threw her only weapon her lunchbox at the dog but missed. Ramona ran as fast as she could the dog ran behind her.
It was a nice and sunny day in the town of Riverdale. The Perkins family decided to take a vacation. But one thing stood in their way, Doggo the family pet. Doggo sensed that the family was going somewhere, somewhere special. He didn't want to be left behind and miss all of the fun.
Not too long ago, Ms. Morris’s beloved dog, Hattie, had 5 puppies. Everyone in town thought the puppies were boring and ugly. Their eyes were closed, made a little movement, and didn’t make any noise. Nobody thought the dogs were cute, and nobody wanted them.
With difficulty, I parted the dog and the girl despite my own personal wishes to stay back. On our next walk, I brought some food and water for the pup. It sagged its fail and looked at Laurie as if to thank her. Laurie nodded back. This way, our walks became a visit to the pup.
On a snowy Friday morning in California, there was a very clumsy german shepherd, and his name was Sparky. He’d always go off topic and make everyone crack up laughing. Although sometimes he would end up in his own doggie world. Seven years ago, the policemen Bob and Joe were looking for a new german shepherd puppy to train. On a Tuesday afternoon Bob and Joe both went to the pound.
The purpose of this paper is to briefly analyze why burrs and rough spots suddenly started to appear on quarter panel parts at an automotive company. Three out of four production lines at an automotive plant facility experienced defects of manufactured panel parts. Also, an analysis of how the panel problem is related to organizational sub-culture, organizational politics and job stress. Although there are several implications of various issues related to organizational culture, organizational politics and job stress is important because it determines how human capital within an organization will demonstrate the capacity to cope with working for the organization, thus determining the success of the organization. “To illustrate, studies have shown that job stress results from the interaction of the worker and the conditions of the workplace, i.e., the culture (Vigoda, 2002).” “Likewise, there are studies conducted that found organizational politics to have an adverse effect on psychological issues such as job stress (Ferris, Russ, & Fandt,1989).” Therefore, an organizations most valued asset is its employees.
It was a warm summer evening. The sun had already set and its brilliance still lingered in the sky, it seemed, much longer than usual. It was a wonderful night for a walk with my friend and our dogs. I waited for him at the usual spot, midway between our houses—the corner of Annesely and Bernwood. He was always at least five minutes late, but he always showed up. Brad emerged over the small hill on Bernwood. His back was towards the sunset, so his face was shadowed in the dusk, yet all of his unique behaviors were clearly visible. He bounced off of the pavement with every stride, due to an abnormality in his calf muscles. With his eyes wide open, he quickly darted his head from side to side, as he usually did. He always looked as though he was waiting for something to sneak up on him. He crossed from the opposite side of the intersection and we met in the middle. The glow of the street lamp under which I was standing illuminated his face and revealed a big, goofy smile.
Katie was no longer outside, most likely having brought Ruby back in to wash out her mouth. I slowly walked towards the garage, not seeing the ground beneath me. I couldn’t believe that she had killed the bird. No wait, I could. She used to be a hunting dog before I got her, and her tail was cut shorter so that she could chase rabbits down to their burrows.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.