One Winter morning, when I was off of work and spending time with the family by decorating the house for Christmas. My two daughters, Elizabeth who is fifteen and Maria who is ten felt that the Winter season was full of life and glamour. My wife Donna was making cookies with the whole chocolate scent filling the whole house. Elizabeth went outside in our shed to get out Christmas lights. Elizabeth asked me, “Dad, did you always help out with the lights?”
December 11, 2013. Around 5:00 I was sleeping in my bed, but then eventually my dad came thought the door the door followed with a bang. The bang woke me up my dad said get up get somethings where going to the hospital, I was up and I out of my bed as if I was in the Military. Then out the door, but my dad had to go back to lock the door, then to the Hospital where my mom was. We were at the hospital, but we walk like a snail into the hospital because it was icy you couldn’t see the ground because of the snow with the cold air blowing in my face, my dad said my nose was red and my eyes were watering so he held my face against his big brown winter coat he wore for work.
This August at the age of seven, beautiful Hannah was surrendered to Caring About The Strays by her family after they had a baby. Heartbroken and depressed, she spent her first few days hiding, crying, and not eating. Due to the circumstances we made sure she received extra care, love and attention. Despite our efforts, she grew weak and seemed to have just given up. After all attempts were exhausted, she was taken to the animal hospital and it was confirmed that her liver enzymes were dangerously high; Hannah was going into liver failure.
The Time I Made a Doghouse I made a doghouse when i was 11.It was burgendy,brown,and black. I made it with the looks of a house. I made it with a 2nd floor and little doggy stairs. The door was something like a saloon door so my dachsund could get in easily. I filled itt with old blankets so she would be warm.
It was a sunny day in the city of paramount in California , today is a special day because mother is coming home from a meeting that was hosted by the N.A.A.C.P. , hours went by and mother was at her home. I was dying of excitement, I think that the meeting was about stopping segregation in California. Mom was driving up the driveway, I saw the excitement in her eyes as she would get off the car. We all rushed inside and sat on the table and then mother spoke "I have really good news today we were told that our black kid and friends will be able to go to a white school '. We were so happy and full of joy so we all decide to go to the park and drink some fruit punch, listen to some music, and play a friendly game soccer.
The foster home that I lived in had other foster kids and my foster parents Kathy and Mike also had children of their own as well. My foster parents children were so mean to me. I remember one time their middle child Kristi was brushing my hair and she was hurting me so I kept pulling forward. Kristi had gotten mad that I was doing that
Once upon a time, my mom asked me to go on a walk with her. Of course, being the good son that I am I replied with, “Yes, mother. I would be glad to go on a walk with you.” We then proceeded to go to the garage because I had wanted to ride my bike as my mom was walking.
CHAPTER ONE A Demon Puppy Steals My Lunch I remember the day the power went off in the Empire State Building. I should remember.
On Tuesday after my mom dropped me off, she went back home and picked up my grandma from our house. She stayed the weekend and my mom was driving her to the train station. About half way through the trip, something happened. There was a moose in the road! They tried to drive around, but it kept walking as they moved.
But I looked in the very back and there was this sweet baby curled up in a blanket so scared. She was the most beautiful dog I had ever seen. She saw me kneeling looking in and she came up to the cage. I wedged my hand in the cage, not caring that it hurt, and I let her know that it was okay and I would never hurt her.
Loss… loss is a hard thing to think of but sometimes we have to move on. In this memoir is about how i lost my best friend… my dog. grizzly. My heart sank with fear and disappointment when i heard my dad say out in my living room that my dog Grizzly is dying. Grizzly was sick, so I knew I Had had little time to spend with him .
My new puppy Dixie was running across the yard back and forth. She was filled with energy the past couple of days. I heard my dad talking on the phone standing on the front door steps. Dixie ran up to me holding her ball for me to throw again for the fifth time. I took the ball from her slobbering mouth and threw it towards the big tree in the front of our yard.
“Please, oh please can we get a dog,” I begged my mom, but the answer was always a resolute no. Even at the age of five I was determined to have a dog. It did not matter what breed. I simply wanted a companion to keep me company. As a result, I begged everyone in my family from my aunt to my cousin until my grandmother caved and said the golden word, yes.
When I looked I saw a dog covered in mud and poop. His hair was matted beyond extreme. We gave him a bath and cut his hair. That night I took him to my room and he quickly huddled under the blanket and was asleep.
Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, something terrible happened to me. But, first let's start at the beginning. When I was five years old my parents got me the best gift a little girl could ever ask for, a puppy. My dad came into the house with what I thought was a black jacket in his arms. I was wrong, after he came into the kitchen the “jacket” popped it’s little head up, it wasn’t a jacket, it was a puppy.
