DOGS

To put into words how much I love dogs is like someone saying that they're going to count the fish in the ocean or the stars in the sky; in a few words close to impossible. Dogs have been my favorite animal ever since I was little, and up until now that hasn't changed. The one thing that did change was the reasons for them being my favorite animal and here's why: 

When I was little I loved dogs because of how pretty they seemed, how playful they always were and how fun it looked to throw a stick and have someone bring it back. Over the years, I realized that a dog was not just pretty and playful but that it was the most loyal, selfless creature on the world I realized that I would never be or feel alone when in the company of a dog. Because a dog would never judge you or leave you instead he'll stand by your side and be the best dog that he can be. How do I know all this?  Let me tell you the story of my dog and how he changed my life forever.

When I was 8 I got my first dog, a little black labrador and he was the cutest thing that I had ever seen and would ever see. From the moment on I decided that he would be my best friend for the rest of my life. I spent most of my childhood with him trying to teach him how to bring back a ball but as much as I tried he always kept them only to run away and hide them. As I got older taking care of him was harder, I got put on poop picking duty and was surrounded by mountains of homework, unfortunately, my days of spending all day in the yard with him were over. Fortunately for him I had a younger sister who was more than willing to play with him and keep him from feeling lonely. As the years passed we all grew, especially him who from being a small puppy turned into something that could be defined as a small horse or maybe not that big but he sure ate as much as one. Due to his horse like size he wasn't allowed in the house anymore but that didn't stop him from coming in anyway. It was always fun to come back from school expecting him to be outside in the yard only to find him waiting for us behind the front door.

 My dog was never that obedient or ordinary for that matter, but he was always there when you needed him. You know how they say that dogs smell fear? Well, my dog smelled sadness because whenever you were even the slightest bit sad he would run over and tackle you to the ground not leaving you alone until you were laughing or went to play with him. For the longest time, It didn't occur to me that my dog could ever be scared or sad too, but apparently I was to be proved wrong. One particular night there was a huge thunderstorm, but before we went to sleep we went to check on him to see if he was okay and according to my parents he looked normal so we all proceeded to go to sleep. Apparently he wasn't all that okay because in the middle of the night he came into my room whimpering like a scolded chihuahua at first I thought that maybe he had come into the house and got locked inside but when thunder stricked the ground again he rushed over and tackled me in search of safety. Ever since that night whenever there was thunder he would come to my room and stay there until he was positive that it had stopped raining. 

Time passed and he got older and slower my mother started saying that he looked sick most of the time but to me he always looked perfect maybe that's the reason why I failed to see that his time was coming. No matter how old or slow he got he was always there behind the door waiting for us to get back and it wasn't until I saw how tired he was just from his journey to the door that I realized that he really was sick. It was now my turn to take care of him and make sure he wasn't sad or suffering like he did for me for all those years. I asked my mother if we could take him to the vet and the look on her face told me that they had already taken him without me knowing. Cancer I remember my mother had told us, and apparently we had a choice to make: either wait for it to kill him or take him to the vet to be put down. I couldn't phantom the thought of my dog suffering so after we saw how much he was suffering we took him to the vet and I have to admit it was one of the saddest days of my life.

After he was gone I realized that things without him would never be the same. I would never forget the way he refused to bring a ball back or how he could know if you were sad or how he was always so happy, even in the end. As I came to that realization I made a promise to myself that I would never forget him, but to be honest, I never would, how could I when every time it rains I keep waiting for him to come to my room scared. To this day, I miss him with all my heart but I know that wherever he is he's happy and I decided that instead of being sad I would be grateful. Grateful for how he filled every day with happiness and how he always managed to get me in a good mood. Grateful for how he was always there for me and grateful that I got to have such a good dog. To him wherever he is I say thank you for filling my days with happines and laughter.

Significant Event 

    You know how everyone says that when something horrible is happening you all of a sudden begin to see everything in slow motion? Or how when you die you see your life flash before your eyes? Well, Dani didn't believe in any of that she thought it was just some big fat joke everyone pretended to believe in but never truly did. For 15 years, Dani would stay true to her beliefs and refuse to believe in any of those things and who knows maybe she would for the rest of her life, if only things had gone differently that day, maybe things would be the same now, but to understand the meaning of all this you've had to know what happened to make her change her opinion on all this. 

    It all started on an early Sunday morning which meant that Dani was still asleep everything seemed normal until then but then her cell phone rang. Of course, she didn't hear it given the circumstances of it being an early Sunday morning and the fact that Dani sleeps like a bear hibernates, but unlike Dani her dad that wakes up with the slightest of sounds made it to her cell phone just in time to answer it. 

"Dani, wake up Paulina is calling you." whispered her dad in hopes of waking her up

"Tell her I'm going to sleep all day." remarked Dani with no intention whatsoever of waking up. 

 Apparently that didn't seem to go well with her father who instead of telling Paulina, Dani's friend the sleeping thing he said

"Of course she can go she'll be there in five." Dani heard her dad say 

   How could he! Dani thought, her father knew she didn't move on Sundays, but apparently she was going to have to on this one. It wasn't as bad as she thought she realized when her father told her that Paulina had invited her to a ranch. After she finished getting ready, they were off and before she realized it they were at Paulina's doorstep. Dani had never been to a ranch before, but she did have a really good imagination so all the way there she made up scenarios in her head of what the ranch would look like. The ranch was pretty much everything she thought except for the smell, never in a million years had she smelled something more unpleasant no offense to the cows she thought to herself but they should bathe more often. After a while Dani realized she wasn't even aware of the smell anymore so everything went back to being perfect. 

"Let's go ride the motorcycles." said Paulina excitedly 

    As they made their way to the motorcycles they saw that a girl was already there. After a few minutes of talking to her they learned that she was friendly and willing to show them how to use the motorcycles and show them around. So they were on their way with Paulina and Dani on one motorcycle and their new friend on another, after a while they got the hang of it and decided to go a little faster. After a few turns, they lost their new friend and were now on their own. Everything seemed fine until they came upon a curvy turn, none of them seeing it until the very last minute. At that moment, Dani remembered  how she thought all that slow motion thing was a load of lies and realized how ironic it all seemed. The motorcycle was going way to fast to even think about stopping so they took the turn and reasonably fell. It all most have happened in about 3 seconds but to the two friends it was an eternity seeing  how the motorcycle stopped all of a sudden making them fall to the ground facedown. Ridiculous as it may seem, though, thought Dani to herself she could have sworn she saw her life flash behind her eyes not a very long or exciting one at that, the most significant event in her life being the one that she thought was going to kill her. After a few minutes, she realized she wasn't dead or severely injured more like scared out of her mind. The same thing could not be said for her other friend whose foot was stuck under the motorcycle

"GET IT OFF ME!" yelled her friend at no one in particular just wanting to get away.

After a few futile attempts at lifting the motorcycle, Dani decided that she wasn't going to be able to get it off herself and went looking for help. Once again failing she returned, only to find that her friend had freed herself. After that, they went so slow Dani thought she had seen a few snails pass them on the way. Everything went back to normal after that, the two friends pretended that nothing had ever happened and went their separate ways at the end of the day. But to Dani that was the day that made her change her opinion and to this day she still thinks of how maybe if they hadn't been going so fast or maybe if she hadn't gone at all would something else happen to make her change her mind or would she still think it was all a joke? But as they say, the past is in the past and there's no time like the present so Dani decided to just file this under a significant day in her life and go on with her life.

A day in my life

    A day in my life is anything but normal, mostly because my life is just a big mess and every day is filled with all kinds of trouble. I'm not going to tell you about my whole life but about the one day of the week that I hate the most and that would be Sunday. To fully understand why I hate Sundays so much you would have to now what happens since it starts so here goes.

     Sundays in my house are always loud,  but this particular Sunday im telling you about would beat a hundred marching bands and the sound of a space shuttle launching, on a competition of "Who can make the most noise?". It all started at 7:00 am in the morning when my sister decided it would be a good idea to wake us all up and make hotcakes. This doesn't seem so bad, but you have to understand that there's nothing worse that you could do than to wake up my family early on a weekend. It's like the equivalent of poking a bear expecting it to just turn around and wave a friendly hello. To say my mother was furious was an understatement you could practically see her breathing fire. 
   
      "Why in the world would you wake me up at this hour" yelled my mother to my sister who was just in that moment coming to terms with what she had done. 

       "I just wanted to make some hotcakes like the people on TV were doing" cried my sister pointing at the TV were a cooking show was on.

This seemed to calm my mother down for some unknown reason so she went all chef mode on us and started ordering us around which didn't seem to please my brother who just wanted to go back to sleep. 
     
       "Why do I have to help!, I don't even like hotcakes" said my brother, glaring at my sister who being the most sensible person on this planet was now close to tears.
   
      "YOU WILL HELP AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!" yelled my mother

So now that it was clear that there was no getting out of helping we got to work. It was all finally going well until my dad sent my sister to get the eggs. To this day I wonder how he didn't realize that was a disaster waiting to happen because apart of being sensible she is also really clumsy. The recipe for the hotcakes required 4 eggs and somehow she thought that taking 2 in each hand would be a good idea. It wasn't that much of a problem until my still pissed off brother kind or tripped her making her drop the eggs making the biggest mess on the floor. From there everything just kind of took a domino effect, my mother yelled so loud that to this day I wonder how none of the neighbors called the police. My brother left saying something about how he just wanted to sleep before slamming his bedroom door and my sister cried so much that she could have filled an ocean. Which reasonably made my mom even madder. 

       "DONT JUST STAND THERE DO SOMETHING" said my father to my sister who was still crying uncontrollably. 

That seemed to shake my sister out of her crying trance because she got to clean right away. After the floor was cleaned things seemed to calm down and finally the hotcakes were done. Everyone pretended that the last 30 minutes hadn't happened and ate and cooperated happily scared of starting another problem. From that Sunday on it sort of became a tradition to get up early and make hotcakes which in my opinion is not a good tradition seeing as it involves me getting up early and actually doing something on Sundays.  It didn't get any better because seeing as now everyone had to get up early it was decided we would go to church at 1:00 instead of 7:00 starting a whole new problem of who would shower first and always getting yelled at for taking so long to get ready. That basically summarizes what a Sunday in my life is like in a few words pure chaos...

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My name is Daniela Ducoulombier and i like reading and sleeping.