“You know I’m allergic! You said you were going to keep them in the guest room.” Dan contemplates if Carol wasn’t rescued by those fireman from her apartment a few days ago. Just as that thought crosses his mind, Kristina, his lovely, overly-enthusiastic wife, skips into the kitchen with her son staying close by her side on his portable piano. “Hi, Dan!
Montag stays home sick one day. After smelling kerosene, Montag vomits on the carpet, and-very obviously looking for comfort-talks about his experience the previous night. "Mildred came in, humming. She was surprised. 'Why 'd you do that? '
When it was my 7th birthday my mom and dad decided to get me a dog. I was so excited but the day we had to get her I became sick. Second, we had to drive 10 hours to get her. That stunk because we had to keep stopping to take the medicine the doctor gave my mom. Also, I threw up so we had to stop at a resting stop to change my close. We also had to wait and hour until I felt better. In addition to, when we finally got their and I saw her and I instantly fell in love with her. She was so small and she could fit in my palm when I was 7. Also, we started to drive home and my dog started to do something funny, when my dad rolled down the window, my dog started to try to eat the air. It was so funny we were lucky to get it on video,we laughed
The threshold goblin stood before me, between me and the end of my quest. “You are small, you are weak, you know nothing!” He screeched. My blood started to boil and my anger built. I shouted back, “That’s not true! I’ve learned enough to get this far!” The goblin smirked and said slyly, “Prove it then puny human! If you do, I will let you pass and have the treasure down the path.” I considered this for a moment, realizing that I would most definitely impress him with my development and gain of knowledge so far on my quest. “Fine!” I shot back. “Ask me any questions about my academic progress. And I’m sure by the end of this encounter, I will be on the other side of you claiming my well-earned reward.” I could see the goblin was troubled by
Occasional excursions to Milan or Paris or London. They blend together in a haze of must and velvet and sawdust to the point where she sometimes does not recall what country she is in, not that it matters. Her father brings her everywhere while she is small, parading her like a well-loved small dog in expensive gowns, for his colleagues and acquaintances to fawn over in pubs after performances. When he decides she is too tall to be an adorable accessory, he begins abandoning her in dressing rooms or hotels. She wonders each night if perhaps he will not return, but he always
Sunny is a golden labrador retriever and she absolutely loves the outdoors. On our way to central park, Sunny starts acting weird. She starts tugging really hard on the leash, so I let her guide me. She starts sniffing around and goes to an ally. “Sunny did you fart again?”
Hallie strolled through the kitchen with an “Hola, Mrs. James,” and breezed down the hall that led to Cat’s bedroom. Plopping her bag and herself down on the floor, she looked around the room. It was painted sky blue, with a border of cats (what else?) stickered around the top. No matter how often Hallie walked into Cat’s room, she was always amazed at the neatness of it.
When we got to our Aunt Janice’s house, it was like finishing the Boston marathon. Our Aunt Terry is usually there waiting for us, every year, and says the same thing every time, which is “Hello. Hello. Hello. How’s everyone doing?”
On 07/01/17, at 3:21pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to Kids Kingdom Childcare and Learning Center (970 Oakland Park Ave), on a dog at large, no known owner. I arrived at the location and met with complainant Latanya Cox and victim Jamaal Cox Jr. Ms. Cox stated that she sent her grandson outside to retrieve something from her vehicle. When her grandson returned, he stated that a brown and white pit bull was outside growled and approached him. He was able to get inside before the pit bull caused any harm. Ms. Cox escorted me outside where she point out a white house just behind the childcare center. Ms. Cox and Jamaal stated the pit bull escaped through a hole in the fence from that location.
I’ve been told to write this report for my sister’s therapist. Just as a reference or my perspective, I guess. I’m Dylan Kinley. My sister is the town-famous Carter Kinley, more notoriously known as “Dogface”. She rarely uses her real name since she’s so used to the name “Dogface”. The nickname has stuck ever since the incident happened sixteen years ago.
As raising a ranch with cows, chickens, pigs ects animals it is a hassel. Having my husband telling me to always get up early to have him food ready by when he awakes. Having to clean the ranch and feeding the animals. I cant sleep in if I do my husband turns into an ogar and I know whats coming for me a beating. I do as he pleases I wake up every morning at 5 am before the sun comes up but I dont due my choars. I leave the house and walk to my neighbors house. As she leaves to do some shopping I watch her kids the ones I wasnt able to give my husband I question my self and maybe that is why he treats me the way he does.
Before 2015 a past too abhorrent and a future too intangible cloaked my mind in a way I was rendered unable to pull outside of. Add the intractable disease I was both genetically and environmentally doomed for ─ depression ─ and I was an oh-so joyful culmination of veritable discrepancies. People knew me adverse of how I knew myself: In the midst of my academic accomplishments, I alone recognized my exasperating position in second place. I alone recognized too many nights spent pleasure reading or gaming when I should have been doing homework, and I alone understood what I managed to pass off as good leadership was really blind instinct.