I have to admit I have a sweet life now. My mom loves me and I have a great place to live. My life didn’t start out like this. My mom decided that she needed a dog and had the really old one call his friends and ask. Then I appeared I was furless and terrified. She even gave me a great name Sarah, I have a people name not a silly name like Spot which would so not fit my greatness. Now I am content, except when the evil air things and the loud scary fur taker away is out.
My day would be perfect if my mom didn’t leave to do this think that she calls work. I think that she should never leave me. I spend my day eating, sleeping, playing with my cats, and guarding the house. I have my food hidden all over the house in case I get hungry (mom says that it was because I was half starved as a pup). For some reason my cat keeps on eating it or my mom throws it away. I do not know why they do this because I will just put more back for me to eat later.
The best present my mom ever got me was a kitten. I loved it, I carried it around the house, and washed it, and took care of it. I protect my cat, no one but my mom can play with my cat except if he jumps on them. I even growled at my Nana, whom I love, when I thought she was taking my cat away.
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| Me adding my beautiful fur to the house. |
I try to defend my house from the great evils. The three most evil things that I deal with are birds, the big loud box, and the moving whirring death machine. Birds are evil they don’t walk on the ground they are in the air and they don’t move like I do. So far I have caught three while my mom was walking me on the leash. I am great. Almost every day this huge brown thing whirls past my house. I must defend. Brroow. Die. Then it spits out a man who brings a little box to the house. When mom brings the box into the house I try to protect it from her but she opens it up and takes things out. She tells me the brown thing is ok but I know better it is evil and I will catch it someday and destroy it. Finally the whirring death machine. I mean I work hard to put out my fur everywhere. I have my dirt which smells good and my fur which is important because it is mine. Then my mom takes the evil thing out of the small room and turns it on. I run barking through the house. I am afraid that it might catch me and remove my beautiful fur. So as soon as she put it up I roll and scrub myself on the floor to spread my fur all over the house.
So that is a little about me. So from Sarah, on the bark side, I think that all of you people should get a dog and then get your dog a pet. I like cats or guinea pigs but no birds unless they are cooked. I know that no dog can have as great a mom as I do but there are some pretty good people out there. So go rescue a puppy or a dog (like I was).
Love,
Sarah
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| It was hard work writing. |
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