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Prince the king (version 2)
Bam! I knew this day would happen and now it will come true. I went to the mountains, where the sky is blue and it is really cold with lots of bumps and hills; well, you get the point. On weekend I found out that I have a dog. My grandparents exclaimed with excitement,”His name is Aldo, and we hope you have a good time with him.” But we didn’t. He bit my sister, on the pinkie, to be more specific. He disturbed us when we wanted to pet him but he didn’t allow us, like barking out loud in the night, and much more. I appreciate him, but he wasn’t the dog of my dreams. So one night, something happened, but no one knew what. When my grandparents woke up… he was gone. My dog now is gentle, kind, and he is a… prince.
Prince started out to be a mean dog, but I got used to him and he got used to me. Well, not speaking for my friend and cousins. My sister wasn’t very fond of him, either. There was a time when Prince and I did a stunt. It all started out on a very good week. I was walking in my house (My friend thinks it looks like a hotel) after lunch, taking a peak outside the door. A surprise to me occurred that I saw my dog going down to the dog cage. My gardener, whom was fond of Prince like me, looked at me and stopped before he opened the cage. I found a glad smile and picked it up and put it on my face. I ran with delight and talked to him, ”Who’s a good boy? You are, yes you are!” He started to jump up and down while barking and self consciously. I raised my hands and we danced. My gardener started to laugh, clap, and stomp his feet.
It was a hot day and I smelled the smell of fear. My face was ready to create an ant tsunami, my skin (hands) was ready to prepare the scratches and kill the blood, and my heart felt it ran (8 sideways) miles. His claws were unbearable; I could hear the sober dripping on the floor getting ready for a flood. I was afraid but happy because I can finally relate to Prince.
I realized something sad in bed; it was that I wanted a puppy. Not a munching, growling, BIG dog. But still I like Prince and I never want to leave him.
Anyway a dog and a puppy needs too much responsibility, but any way I think I have the right dog.
Article posted November 12, 2008 at 05:08 AM •
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