Tales of Tenth Grade

On March 15, I lost my dog. It was a happy day. The weather was nice. I was going to a family birthday party at my aunt's house and after, my friend's house. Nothing was wrong. Dinner was great, and the family was great. Saturday was going great. Stanley is a dachshund who we classify as my "mom's dog." He never liked me because when I was a toddler I climbed all over him, and apparently scarred him for life because he growled at me until the day he died. He bit my face on several occasions, and this growling in his later years made him cough like a smoker. He was an old, graying, smelly, toothless, unfriendly, old dog. But I loved him. It's hard to explain why I would love a pet like this but he was cute and when he didn't know that it was me petting him, he was a good dog. It's hard to explain. I was sitting on my girlfriend's couch at about 9:30 when I got a phone call from my sister. I'm not going to lie and say that I knew something wa...

I find it crazy how unique dogs are. Each and every one of them have individual personalities and character traits that seem almost human. I have two dogs at home, both English Cream Golden Retrievers. One, named Polo, is eight. The second, named Scout, is five. Polo is lazy and doesn't bother with anyone unless food is in the equation. She usually just lays on the ground examining everyone and everything. On the other hand, there is Scout: the exact polar opposite of Polo. He is constantly in need of attention and is always jealous of Polo. If anyone pets Polo, he runs up and nudges himself in between. Scout is also very talkative: he grunts, and whines as if he is trying to talk to us. Both of my dogs are amazing and mean so much to me. Polo is kind and gentle and is, to be honest, therapeutic. Scout is much more of the dog to run around and play with. He is always waiting around for someone to entertain. Scout and Polo are so important to me. They always run to greet me when ...