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 pound is a light brown colored building with all kinds of flowers and trees in the front. When you walk in the door, the walls look as hard as a white board, and if you look to the left there are the cats and if you look to the right there are the dogs. And that’s where they found Sparky. When Bob and Joe saw Sparky they were so excited to possibly get him.
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And his name is…. Sparky! Awww, that’s an adorable name,” stated Joe,
“Are you two boys doing ok? Pete’s the name, would you like to adopt this little one?” curiously asking Pete.
Bob and Joe thought Sparky would be a good police dog, so they got him. The only problem was that Sparky was the runt, and normally it was harder to train the runt. But they gave it a shot.
After a couple days they all realized that Sparky’s probably not the best dog for the job. He would never do what they want, like when they try to train him he isn’t being obedient, loyal, and he even sleeps on the job.
When Sparky was three years old, they started simple training. To do what they needed to train Sparky. They went to a training place and partially got Sparky trained. It was very difficult, he kept wandering for no reason, chewing on the chairs, and he would bark at the other dogs like a crazy dog.
“Hey Sparky’s not doing so well, don’t you agree?” said Bob.
“Yeah, I agree,”responded Joe sadly.
After a month of attempting to train Sparky, they decided either to give him back to the pound or let someone take him home.
“Why are you sending him away?” asked
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The relationship between Salamano and his dog is utterly absurd. They’ve done the same routine day in and day out for eight long years, yet neither one will ever change or learn from their mistakes. Salamano won’t learn to let the dog finish peeing so that it won’t go in the house and the dog won’t learn not to pull the leash. They are both resistant to change, probably because they don’t know anything else, except how to be miserable together.
Darry immediately regrets his action, but the damage is done. Ponyboy bolts out of the house. He’s angry at Darry, scared, and humiliated all at the same time. Ponyboy goes and gets Johnny and announces that they are running away.
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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.
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Each sunday at approximately 3:42-4:02 PM, Ronald takes his dog Sparky for a long walk around the city. When Ronald makes his weekly stop at the pharmacy to get his prescription, Sparky is left tied to a streetlamp, left to wait for his owner with only his old leather collar, his short but elastic leash, his bandages to cover his back foot and his naive curiosity at the world around him.
Driving back and forth between Dawson and Skaguay, and many ther places going back and forth. For example, his first master, was two men who wanted to go look for gold, and when they got to there destination, they sold Buck to someone who had to carry mail, right back where he had started. The dogs didn't get much rest, and they were all sore and tired from running back and forth. His next master, his name was Hal, and his assistant Charlie and his wife Mercedes, were at first nice, but then they were cruel to the dogs, whipping them when they didn't go fast enough. Even though his masters were cruel to him, or fair enough, they never gave him or any of the other dogs, enough rest. Even though this happened to him, he never gave up, wherever he was on the sled, as a leader, or
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
Crackling silently, the fire began to grow low as the orange glow it gave off weakened gradually. Leaning over towards it, I picked up a fresh piece of wood and tossed it into the flames. Since the fire would not need my attention again for some time, I went back to my original, comfortable position. Staring out into the darkness of the forest that surrounded my camp, I let out a sigh like a child does when there is nothing to do. “Something the matter, Edrick?”
She then decided to walk out of the shadows and sneak over to Spike and unlock his chain very quietly, however they noticed her and shouted at her and grabbed their weapons. One had a baseball bat and the other had a gun. They walked toward her but she teleported behind them and kicked them from the back which made them stumble and fall. She grabbed their heads and smash them together before they could get up and that made them pass out. The two men laid on the ground unconscious. She quickly untied Spike who barked happily at her and licked her. She smiled and hugged her dog. “Hey Spike! I missed you so much! Now let’s get you out of here and home safe and
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.
Lydia peered up at the treetops above her through teary vision, pale morning light shimmering through the leaves. It was only a small while into the day yet she was already lost. She glanced over her shoulder in the direction she assumed her house was and wiped her eyes, sniffling. While running away was purposeful, she couldn't help but feel homesick. Especially after stumbling through a seemingly endless forest for what could only be hours.