‘My dogs barked furiously at the cars that drove up to the front drive, laying in my bed trying to sleep, I feel like the Scrooge waking up on the wrong side of the bed. My dogs barking wildly makes me quiver with anger as I scream at them, I tell them to, “SHUT UP!”, In a loud thunderous voice. And in an instant, the room fills with silence as the poor pups wander cautiously into their kennel, as if ashamed that they made me mad. Finally, I was able to wander zombie-like back to my bed, only to fall slowly onto my nice white fluffy cotton sheets, where slumber hit me like a train in the night.’ My example of my dog’s barking habits show that my dog’s make very angry at times because they won't let me sleep, and they constantly bark at basically
I really enjoyed "Puppies, Dogs, and Blue Northers" by Gary Paulsen, because it was a story about his life. In the book Paulsen shows the true outdoors. He explains that he lives in northern Minnesota in a small house with his wife, Ruth and son, Jim. They have electricity but they do not have a television. In their small house the only heat source they have is a woodstove. Paulsen explains, that he is usually the first one to wake up and is consequently the person who has to get the morning fire started. He explains about his dog kennel he has. It is composed of all of his sled dogs that he raises. Paulsen is a sled dog racer and has raced in the Iditarod a few times. The story shows true friendship between Paulsen and his dog Cookie. This
"The Day We Were Dogs" is a short story written by an author born in Puebla, Mexico, in 1993. Elena Garro's major themes revolve around the concepts of time and memory. I do not believe this story is a true example of magical realism; however I do see the sublime and the fantastic used in this story.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time.
In The Company of Wolves, Rosaleen’s imaginative skills free her from her sister’s mistreatment. Her sister, Alice aggrieves Rosaleen by calling her names and wishing harm on her. Alice explains, “Lazy, Lazy, Lazy… I wish you did not come out of your room” (The Company Wolves). As Alice continues to talk, Rosaleen enters a mythical realm in her dream....
(McCourt, 1) McCourt describes a night that his whole family had to sleep in the same bed in a small room. McCourt describes the room and uses imagery to describe how small the room actually is. As the reader, you almost feel cramped in with the family. McCourt then describes how there were fleas that caused everyone to jump up and McCourt’s style makes the reader feel as though they are in that bed amidst all the chaos. McCourt describes how everyone jumped up and the kids were crying and everyone was slapping themselves and freaking out.
The story focuses on a first-person narrator describing the life of his neighbor Eddie. When night comes the narrator uses a metaphor by comparing night to “Greedy ants swarm everywhere, decomposing into atoms the substance of things, eating them down to their white bones” (282). The metaphor use in the quote shows how the ants represent the night, its power and ability of taking over everything regardless of color or shape because not even the color “white” (282) can space the darkness of night. This illustrates the narrator’s feelings of admiration towards Eddie, connecting it to night’s power. Additionally, the narrator starts to struggle “to say whether one sees anything or whether these are illusion that begin their nightly ravings” illustrating his feelings of confusion when night comes and how now he is unable to say whether what he sees is as accurate as it was before night came, showing night’s ability to create confusion. In addition, the dynamic of the apartments changes with night because it goes from order to “A great disorderly, half-ironic conversations are conducted with constant misunderstandings in all chambers of human live” (283) which show how feeling of confusion spread through everyone’s life just like the darkness of night, portraying the emotion of confusion as
These words made me increasingly suspicious of infidelity but what tipped the scale is when the narrator mentioned that the “black dog sometimes slept through her visits.” What exactly was this dog sleeping through? Was it loud, wall transforming sex or
Some people may say a dog is just a dog, but for me they are extremely desirable. Dogs are a person’s best friend. They make me cry, laugh, and I wish never adopted one because they do smell. Although, dogs smell, it should not be a justification to not obtain one. I mean what does not smell? I never realized how taking care of a dog could change my life; until I saw how they sleep throughout the day, they are always there to comfort me, and how they provide a responsible way of living.
As a kid, I fell in love with the idea of getting a puppy for Christmas. Wrapped in a small box with a bow on top sitting under the tree just like the movies and tv shows I had seen. I can remember making a Christmas list of all the things I wanted that year, and every year the same thing that I wanted had said “puppy” with it underlined so that my mother knew which was my favorite on the list. Every year no surprise, I didn’t find a dog. I never understood why I never received one. When the kids at school talked about the few dogs they had at home made me so jealous, but I hoped that one day it would be me to have my own best friend at home.
This is a story of Max, who went to sleep an ordinary boy and woke up with an unordinary ability. The ability to with his dog Comet.
The shrill cries of my alarm echo across vermilion painted walls, stirring my consciousness into an aware state. It is precisely eight o’clock on a warm summer Monday; the distant cries of mockingbirds can be heard above the soft whirring of cars passing our genteel residential street. My ears scan the house; it is quiet – barely a sound other than the tinkling of tags as our pets navigate the living room. The still morning air brought realization, with no children running around Mother must have already left for work. Never leaving my lax position I stretch and sigh, it is nice to not have to baby-sit my sister’s kids – my nieces and nephew – but I do miss the mornings where my mother would still kiss me goodbye.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
When I was nine years old my grandparents adopted a two year puppy named, maximilian. We, of course, called him Max. When we went to the kennel to pick out a new dog Max didn 't seem like an option. He was a scrawny little puppy tucked in the corner of the shelter. Max was a boisterous springer spaniel mix, and when we first got him he was black and white. Overtime his white fur was masked by black spots, similar to age spots, which made him uniquely mine. Max was suppose to my grandfathers new hunting dog when he was newly adopted. However, at the very first gunshot Max bolted and my grandfather spent a three hours looking for Max in the woods. After the hunting incident my grandfather wrote Max off and, he became my dog.
"Honey," my mom yelled to me one sunny afternoon, "Go out and feed Sugar." Sugar was our dog, a big, husky lap dog. I went to our kitchen, and got some food. Then I stepped outside, into the warm, fresh August air, looking for Sugar. I glanced to where I kept Sugar, and couldn't believe my eyes. Sugar was not there. I ran to the place where Sugar slept, I saw that the leash was elegantly coiled up. I knew that Sugar could not have run away. I thought that she must have chased a deer or another animal. Then a disturbing thought hit me, Sugar might have been abducted. As I tried to push that thought out of my mind, I thought that my mom could have put Sugar out in the garage. I went to the garage to check, but unfortunately Sugar wasn?t there. ?Mom,? I cried after a couple of seconds, ?Do you know where Sugar is??
Ever since I can remember I’ve wanted a dog. Never did I think that dogs would end up being by biggest fear. I was just a little kid around 6 years old when it happened. I was walking home from my friend’s house when I saw a stray dog, it was in the middle of the street blocking my way, I decided to walk past it, while I was walking it started growling at me, I hesitated but still kept trying to walk then suddenly it got up and started barking empathically towards me. I was terrified, my first initial reaction being a 6 year old kid was to scare it away, I was ignorant. I picked up a rock and threw it at the dog thinking it’ll get scared and run away. I was wrong. The dog had enough it made a whimpering noise then started barking even louder