Love Dog: A Short Story

Today something amazing happened. Nature opened my eyes, dusted the dirt off my pants, and kissed me on the cheek, all with one breath. The sensation was beyond beautiful. It was afternoon and the sun was just beginning to set. The clouds were there dancing in the blue sky, but they were faint. You could see them, but they did not overwhelm you. My boyfriend knew my love for water, and he decided to bring me to Eckie 's Pond. I was a bit hesitant at first because of all the water surrounding me. Being as adventurous as I am, I had to have a closer look at its beauty. I learned a few things from that pond today. There in the middle of the pond was a seating area, however in order to get to the seat, you had to walk a little strip of land that divided the beginning of the pond.

Every long stride strained my burning muscles. I gasped for breath but received no air. Sweat seeped into my eyes, stinging them with salt. But, I felt no pain; actually, I could not feel anything. I could hear voices, but I could not articulate any words. I ignored the pull of gravity and the screaming of my body and lunged forward. All the while the only thought I could produce was, “Why am I doing this?”

The cacophonic cry of the shrieking bell alerted me to sneak forward. Silently, I strolled through the narrow hallway; taking care not to rouse anyone in their vivid dreams. I felt like an elusive rat, manoeuvring sleekly past obstacles to reach the end. The end – where I would find a succulent, luscious delight. Cheese. But this piece of cheese wouldn’t just temporarily satisfy my tastebuds. It would everlastingly arouse them, leaving a distinct, heavenly aftertaste that would remain there for the rest of my life. From here on I knew; the aroma of Duncan’s demise was nearby.

I remember it being cold. Numbing. Something wet seeping into the backside of my red South Carolina sweatshirt. The faint scent of smoke filling my nostrils, bring a burning sensation to my eyes. I laid under a full crescent moon, my eyes refusing to stay open, my sight dimming. The once starry night now resembled a cluster of tiny white smudges engulfed by a grim lifeless mass. Just as my eyes were fully shut, I heard a distant yell, followed by a woman 's piercing shriek. My last thought, “What is happening to me.”

Trips to Lake Tahoe are like an ancient, sacred ritual for my family; much like some families that slice into a turkey at Thanksgiving, my tightly-knit family journeys to Tahoe annually. The beauty and majesty of nature draws us like bees to honey. The fresh water and high altitude makes my thoughts clear, and cleanses my soul. The yearly trip signifies the start of my year, and makes me ponder the changes and concurrencies of my life. Packing for the trip is like second nature for me now, and I memorized our path. We pass by familiar stores and gas stations as we make our way towards Tahoe.

I could tell that it was going to be one of those days. Nothing seemed to go right all day. I was mindlessly sitting at my desk when all of a sudden the classroom door swung open and there appeared… nothing. But the nothingness had some sort substance, because it made the hall look like a mirage.

For my assignment, I have chosen to write a springboard based on the narrative Jasper Jones. The themes from Jasper Jones I have chosen to include into my story are Abuse and Suicide. My springboard tells the story of the narrator, Jasmine, who is the in an abusive relationship. Her only way to escape is by suicide.

My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely. This was the day I had my first anxiety attack.

Humans and animals are loyal, friendly, and understanding species which allows them to understand each other. People and animals are like no other, they can share a special bond and learn to love one another other. But, there are reasons why they are so loyal to one and other, why they are friendly to one and other, and why they understand each other. These bonds are often unbreakable.

All of my life, I had known nothing, but Snellville, Georgia. Snellville was a very small city in Northwest Georgia, weighing in with a population of about 20,000. Since Snellville was where I was born and raised, I was used to what the city had to offer, even though it wasn't very much. My family and I had never traveled outside of the state for two reasons: we weren't in a financial position to do so and my father could not get the time off from work. It was the beginning of July in the summer of 02', when my parents completely surprised my brother and I with round-trip plane tickets for a two week stay in Greece.

I spent months, years even, quite literally, drowning. I didn’t  just have cramps; I had what felt like a caged bird inside of me, feral, and flapping its wings in a frenzy of feathers. I didn’t just feel senses of sharp pain; I would drop to the ground, forcefully, (hunched over a pillow, rocking back and forth, clinging to my consciousness)-- as waves of impending destruction deluged me like Niagra Falls. I didn’t just experience brain fog; I experienced dementia comparable to nursing home patients, ushered to their daily meals down the same halls they wandered every day, but never seemed to remember.  Reality’s gravity pulled me into a dark, hollow place matched only by my physically weakened

I often sit and think about the first time I met her, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, a simple . A flashing red light and an annoying beep let me know upon trying to start my car that today was they day that it finally decided to give out. I could either walk the mile and a half back to my house or phone my mother who more than likely wouldn’t answer. I decided to take a seat on the poorly maintained sidewalk just beyond the front steps of Rutherford High School, the city’s pride and joy even though we haven’t won an athletic event in several years. I pulled out my phone and started to dial my mothers number when I heard footsteps approaching from behind.

The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore.The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds. The ocean looked like an enormous pool of wonder. It was exceptionally blue that day with a slight green undertone. The surface looked as though it was covered with millions of diamonds crashing with the waves and kissing the sand. I remember the sand in between my feet, like standing on a coarse cloud that I could just seep into.The water teasing my toes and running back into hiding. Repeating the cycle getting closer and closer each time until I felt the rush of the current under me and the sand being pulled out from between my toes back into the ocean.

I’ll never forget the time I met my girlfriend. I was at my best friend’s birthday party, when a tall beautiful girl with wavy brown hair and the clearest complexion, her face full of happiness and joy. The moment I saw her, was the moment I knew that I had powerful feelings for her. It was amazing actually…feelings began to swell in brain, lust, compassion, affection, adoration, racing through my mind. That would be the day that I would began to fall for Alex. However, I was unaware that I had met this girl before, I didn’t recognize her, but she recognized me. “I know you” she said. “What?” is all I could respond with. “I recognize you from Mrs. Litle’s class, you were making fun of me for being an eighth grader while you were a freshman” she said back. “I’m sorry, I don’t recall—” I began to say. Suddenly, it all began rushing back, the rain outside the window, the noise in the background, the girl I had seen a year and a half ago—it all rushed back to me. “Oh my god… it’s you” I stammered. I know you too. “Yeah, that’s me…” she responded. I replied with an apology: “I’m really sorry I don’t what came over me, I’m very happy to see you again, if I’m being quite honest”. She forgave me. We began talking, and I began falling for her.

Dog's language isn't based on verbal signs, like humans', but on body language and mouth expression. You should pay a big role to dog's posture and the situation that he is currently in, to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.