Brittany+and+Miranda

A Lovable Puppy #5

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One day long ago my mother said that we were going to the animal shelter to get a brand new puppy. I was extremely excited! When we got to the animal shelter and I saw all of the puppies. I did not know how in the world I was going to decide on only one puppy when they all looked so adorable. Finally the last puppy that I saw was the cutest thing in the entire world. It was a female Pekingese puppy named Polly. She had short brown and white fur, a curly tail, and the most adorable face. All of a sudden Polly ran right up to me and jumped into my lap. She licked my face and would not let me out of her sight. At that exact moment I knew that Polly was the perfect dog for me. We took her home and she  sat  in my lap the entire day. Polly would come and snuggle up next to me and all of the other members in my family. Everyone adored her. She never barked or used the bathroom in the house which my mother loved. Polly lived for twelve human years and they were the best years of my life. I have had many dogs since then but Polly was by far the most lovable puppy ever. ======

An Annoying Puppy

It was Christmas Eve, and I could already hear the yapping of the puppy I was to be receiving for my “surprise” present. I didn’t get any sleep that night, and I walked downstairs in the morning puffy eyed and sleepy. I noticed that all of the presents under the tree were already ripped to shreds, and an awkward, small, innocent puppy was sitting there as still as could be. As I cautiously walked into the room, the puppy barked fiercely yet squeaky. It was very oddly structured for a puppy. It seemed stiff and uptight. It would not quit yapping. It just sat there in the same spot, and would bark at me every time I came close to it. My parents came in the room and constantly asked me if I liked the present. I honestly told them I thought it was the most obnoxious puppy I had ever seen. I wasn’t sure why they decided to get me this specific one. There was nothing special about it. It was plain, boring, and annoying. For the next few weeks it stayed relatively in the same spots each day. I would come home from school and it would, of course, greet me with its aggravating, whining bark. It was evil. It’s like it knew the worst times to bark. Right when I would be on the phone, or doing homework, it would let out its sharp squeals. What annoyed me most about this puppy is that it never did anything. It just sat there staring me down and did absolutely nothing. I would yell at it to go outside or play with some toys, it would just yap in response. I had had enough. It finally hit me one afternoon when I entered my house unwillingly after school. He took one squeaking bark before I ran over to him and picked him up and started shaking him violently. As I beat him against the wall furiously, his barking continued to seize into tiny whimpers cut short. I felt victorious in not having to put up with this annoying puppy any further. Finally, the barking seized. The “structured” puppy was no longer structured, yet bent and demolished. The house was silence for the first time in months. I laid the finished puppy on the ground as my parents were walking in the room. They were extremely appalled at what they had just seen. They started yelling at me, calling me irresponsible and childish. Apparently my little tantrum was too much for them. I had no regrets though. This dog was gone, finished. I could finally live my life without the aggravating yapping going through my head every day. I did not have a guilty conscience for this. Maybe I would have felt bad if it was actually a real living puppy. Yet, it was still just an annoying toy puppy my parents got me for Christmas that was no longer bothersome, just broken.

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