Story Telling Contest Finialists Essays 2017

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The following are the Finalist “Tales” presented at the LVKC Meeting of January 5, 2017. The Publicity Committee will shortly announce winners of First, Second and Third Places in both the High School and Middle School Divisions and The Grand Prize Winner “Tale” of them all!
HIGH SCHOOL DIVISION
Name: Josh Christiansen   12 grade  Bethlehem Area School District
Ava’s Adventures Across the Border The car ride was surprisingly very enjoyable. Ava, the black labrador retriever, was all smiles on the long journey. She had her lifelong friends sitting next to her and she had a lovely scene to observe from the windows. She peacefully watched as large “sticks” passed her by, and dozens of birds flew over her in the air. She was entranced by the light provided by the “big lamp” in the sky. She was comfortable, but little did she know, the real adventure lie ahead. She and her family were headed to the big house on the lake in Canada. They were headed to doggy heaven, amongst the lakeside hills of Gananoque.  Hours later, across the Canadian border, the car made its way along a bumpy dirt road, but this was the fun part. It was the only time Ava would get to experience the feeling of  a “rollercoaster.” The SUV rounded a bend in the road and along the side of the road, two more dogs, her neighbors for the week, ran back and forth, chasing the fast-moving car. Ava heard their welcoming calls and responded with a couple friendly barks back. She was glad that she had two friends to keep her company, but she was afraid that their howls would keep her up all night. Finally, the car pulled into the driveway, and Ava was free at last! The doors opened, and she was greeted with the smell of pine trees, ancient wood, and the soggy, but somehow satisfying smell of the lake water. She felt the small pebbles under her paws and the crunch of the leaves as she walked around the outskirts of the cabin. She remembered her way around the property of this establishment, so she began to run. She ran faster and faster; running down narrow stone paths, over tree roots, and under the shade of the forest’s branches. She finally reached the place where the land ends and the water begins.  One big, elegant, leap off of a moss-covered rock led to a splash like no other. Ava’s children faintly behind her, shrieked “Ava! Ava!” as they stumbled their way down the hills upon which she so gracefully had dismounted minutes earlier. Ava doggypaddled her way around the waters, making her way over to a lily pad, which she nipped at, resulting in a mouth full of water. The black lab decided it was time to go back to land after her quick swim. She climbed the natural steps, carved out of the stones which Mother Nature had thoughtfully created, reaching dry land. She was ready to dry off and make her way to the house.  She took a couple steps before she felt the ever so familiar need to shake. Having not a care in the world about whom or what she would soak with the shaking of her coat, Ava shook off all the water which had tickled her skin. The children again yelled and made a scene, as the water droplets were flung onto the unexpecting little
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humans. This was Ava’s favorite thing to watch. She had an uncanny sense of humor, that no other animal or human would ever experience. She smiled as her children wiped their faces and dried their clothes, and she prodded off to commit her next energetic act of the day. She found herself a nice patch of dried pine needles and dirt. The children knew what was about to happen, as they had experienced this many times before. Ava flopped on her back and rolled, itching her back and flailing her paws. She suddenly jumped up; all dirty, now making her way back up the path to the lake-house, galloping at a slower pace this time. At the door, Mom and Dad greeted her with slight smiles on their faces and towels in their hands. This was Ava’s least favorite part. Mom and Dad rubbed her with the towels until she was dryer than grass on a hot summer day. Her hair was all ruffled, and she sneezed a few times before she was allowed inside the cabin. The interior of the house was cozy and filled with pretty rugs and soft couches. Following her lead, the children had made their way back to the cottage. It was finally time to relax. Considering there was not any Wi-Fi, which Ava’s kids had apparently “lived off of,” it was up to the good ‘ol paperback book and tattered comics to pass the time away. Ava much preferred to sleep rather than to stay awake, listening to the silence of a cabin full of book-readers. Hours later, dinner was served! The humans enjoyed a delicious fish dinner, while Ava got her usual: a scoop of dry dog food. Nonetheless, she was content. Later, after hours of more reading and an eventful game of Scrabble, the family was winding down. The house became chilly very quickly; even Ava was cold, despite her thick coat. Dad decided to light a fire in the old iron stove. Ava snuggled her way up onto the couch, where her humans lay under a itchy, but surprisingly warm, wool blanket. This was indeed her favorite place in the world. She was next to her sleepy humans, surrounded by the simple things in life: a loving family, a warm fire, majestic trees, and a beautiful lake. It was soon time for bed, and all the humans marched upstairs to their appropriate bedrooms. Ava quietly followed behind her owners, making her way into the children’s bedroom, plopping herself onto the smallest child’s bed. Soon, everyone was asleep. Except Ava. Those pesky neighbor dogs kept howling in the distance. She looked out the window, her head perking up, watching the bright dots in the sky. Outside the window, other creatures began to stir. A family of racoons climbed a tree not too far from the roof, scratching the bark. A night owl could be heard “who-ing” from a branch of an old pine tree. Ava also heard another sound, one that she cherished so greatly; the sound of the small waves of water, hitting the lake’s shore. Ava slowly fell asleep to these enchanting sounds. This truly was doggy-heaven.
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By: Christopher Hippensteel   9th Grade NorthWestern Lehigh School District
A Part of the Family
The worst Summer of my life began with my brother’s car crash; within five minutes of leaving for work, he obliterated the passenger’s side of our father’s Honda, and nothing he earned during his brief employment could negate the eight-thousand dollars it cost to replace it. Perhaps there was a time when our family could accommodate such an expense, but then, with college tuitions drawing closer, it was a surprise we couldn’t afford. Yet we prevailed, and could not help but be relieved knowing we’d endured the worse. However, as fate later revealed, we were mistaken. That incident spurred a series of calamities that effectively drained both my parents’ spirits and bank accounts. The next thing to go was our well, which was exorbitant to replace; before June was out, our pool filter faltered, and both the drainage and repair were costly. By early July, my mother had begun experiencing neck pains, and the stress of medical costs did little to assuage her condition. And so progressed the Summer of 2015, with broken appliances and bills piling up until not one of us could keep track of them all. Besides the financial fallout, the months of misfortune created rifts in our family that had never existed before. Arguments sparked at the slightest cause, and would span days. And although my parents would not admit the amount we lost, the sum was evident in their irritability; without their mediation, my brother and I readily turned against one another. Soon, my home, which had once been so welcoming, was cold and callous.  With all that had happened, it was certainly not the time to think of luxuries, and my brother and I knew better than to request anything beyond necessity. However, before the end of school, we were considering several purchases; one, in particular, was most prominent in our minds. My brother and I had long desired a dog, and, through attrition, had nearly convinced our parents to adopt one. But those dreams were lost with our first stroke of ill fortune, and by the solstice we were wholly convinced that our hopes would never come to fruition.  With the circumstances that had befallen us, our parents surprised us when they announced that we were visiting the shelter on that late August morning. In fact, it was not until we arrived there that we believed them; and even then, we were certain we would return empty-handed. So did my parents, I believe- until we met Blitz. The miniature German Shepherd was isolated in his own crate, but showed no signs of loneliness; upon our approach he came running and squeezed his head between the bars, getting himself stuck in the process, and even as he fought to free himself he barked enthusiastically. I’m not sure who fell in love with him first, and perhaps it was all of us at once, but no busted pipes or totaled cars could deter us from taking him home. Initially, Blitz proved to be just another stressor, and together my brother and I were reluctant to grow attached, knowing it would not be long before we returned him. Between training, feeding, and medical costs, adopting a dog proved to be almost as expensive as my dad’s demolished Civic. Nor did it help that, every night, Blitz would cry loudly from his crate, lest somebody come and keep him company.
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After months of this behavior I decided I could not survive another sleepless night, and so ventured downstairs to find Blitz, running around inside his pen and whimpering noisily. I sat, my back propped against the bars, and whispered to him- but still he did not relent. I had almost given up when my brother entered, looking as weary as I, soon followed by my mother and father. Oddly enough, when all four of us were present, Blitz could be mollified, but the instant one of us attempted to leave he would protest. As the night waned remained there, seated on our living room floor, talking together as we had in the days before disaster. To pass the time, we knelt around the coffee table and played cards as Blitz watched attentively. Hand by hand went by, and as we played, we discussed the fears and concerns we had kept hidden away for months. The walls between us soon dissolved, and it felt, for the moment, as if misfortune had never struck. Somehow, that one night erased all the enmity that had grown over that grueling Summer, and served to remind us that our strength was in each other. It may be difficult to believe, but Blitz made our family whole again, and for that, we are forever in his debt.
Juliana Maffea 11th grade   Bethlehem Area School District
Growing up, I was never surrounded by animals. I never had a dog to play catch with, I never had a cat to lay with, but I did have a fish to watch. My mother is allergic to cats and dogs, so getting a dog was impossible. However, my mom was open to getting my brother and I a pet fish. What a pet, am I right? Regardless of how long they last, which isn’t very long, I was always wanting more. I have had more pet fish in my life than I have fingers. As a young, hopeful girl, I have always wanted to have an animal I can actually hug or play with. Getting a dog has always been a dream of mine, and it came true, kind of. My older sister, Kayla, and her boy friend, Zach, got into a charity that would help pit bulls. They were able to pick up the pit bulls and take them home to foster them until a suitable family came to adopt the dogs. Being a young girl, I got attached to the animals quite easily. I would go over to my sister’s house to play with the dogs, walk them, and feed them. It was nice having some company, especially when they can’t talk back or change the channel. I finally had some idea of what it would be like to have my own dog, and I will admit it wasn’t as easy as I thought. Getting a dog is really hard work, unless you put your mind to it. I was never used to having dog hair everywhere, and when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. Finding dog hair in my food was gross, but I could never stay mad because of their adorable puppy dog eyes. Having to get up once I am comfortable was a pain in my neck, but at least they weren’t making a mess on the floor. Also, having to constantly try not to give them treats was really hard because I know they deserve the treat for being good or leaving me alone, but I don’t want them to get sick or be unhealthy. I know these little things seem stupid, but it was something I never had to deal with before, it was all new. I was never used to having to watch where I walk in the yard, or being careful where I step because I might trip over their toys.
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As I get older, I keep thinking to myself, ‘what kind of dog would I get?’ There is no right answer to that question because I have a million ideas in my head. Sometimes, I wish I could create my own breed, but that won’t happen. It’s not all about seeing a cute photo of a dog on Facebook and begging your parents for one that looks just like it, it’s about feeling the connection with your companion. I will never forget the day I was looking online for a dog, and I came across this beautiful Blue Heeler. Unfortunately, I cannot remember his name, but I do remember that it started with the letter ‘R’. As I was looking through his photos and reading his description, tears came to my eyes. I actually felt a little bond with him. I felt as though he was the right dog for me and my family. Of course, as I stated before, my mother is allergic to dogs so getting him was out of the equation. I was heartbroken and sad because I could not have the dog nor could I go to see him. He was being held in an animal shelter in Reading, Pennsylvania, which is about an hour away. My father didn’t have the time to drive me to see my dream dog, thus leaving me at home wishing that a good family went to the animal shelter and bought him. After a couple of years, I forgot about him, and truthfully to this day I have never seen another dog quite like him. Nor have I ever felt the same connection with a dog or any other type of animal. My advice to you is: if you have the chance to change a dog’s life for the better, or if you have the chance to get a dog that will change your life for the better, do it. Do not miss out on the possibilities of happiness in you life.
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MIDDLE SCHOOL DIVISION
Brandon Smeltz Grade: 8th   NorthWestern Lehigh School District
What Happened to Sparky One sensational Monday morning I woke to the lovely sound of birds chirping all around me. It was about 6 o’clock in the morning and I decided I’d had enough rest. I wandered downstairs and thought about what I was going to do that warm summer day with my dog, Sparky. Sparky was completely different from any dog I’d ever met. He enjoyed playing with anything or anyone he could. He liked everyone and generally got along with others all the time. We had both been waiting for school to end and it finally had. It had ended last week and we were enjoying doing whatever we wanted to all day every day. However, when I got downstairs I couldn’t find him. I searched for at least a half hour before coming to the conclusion that he wasn’t home. I was in a complete panic and worried sick. I called both of my parents who were both on their way to work by now, but neither of them answered so I decided to go find him myself. I noticed that the back door was ajar and decided that would be the best direction to start my search. I went out the back door and closed the gate. I had taken along a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bowl of fruit, water, and the rest of the peanut butter container for Sparky and I. Before I knew it I was already in a full out sprint looking for anything I could find that would help me find him. I had visited all of our favorite spots that we hung out at during the previous summer, but I didn’t find anything, but his collar and I was headed towards the last spot in mind, the center of the woods. I found Sparky’s footprints and they were leading to our hideout. I knew he was in trouble if he had come all the way out here alone, so I was on high alert. I jumped into a hollowed out tree that we had modified into a slide that led to our secret playroom from the summer before. As soon as I reached the main area I saw him sitting there shaking in the corner. I could tell he was completely freaked out so I gave him the peanut butter. For the first time, he actually refused it and then turned his head and kept staring at the same spot he had been in the ceiling. I sat there for awhile trying to calm  him down wondering what time it was and what had gotten Sparky so freaked out. After awhile, he started to relax a little bit, but he still wasn’t right. All of the sudden, I noticed a spot on his back. It looked like a massive jaw-line with at least 30 marks. I pointed to the wound and Sparky growled at me. I knew he had been attacked by something and it was still nearby. We started towards the back exit and slowly got to the top. I lifted up the rock as gently as I could and then I saw what had hurt Sparky. About 10 yards away was a pack of wild coyotes just pacing around. Sparky was as scared as I’d ever seen him. We decided to eat our lunch and wait for them to hopefully leave. About 2 hours later they were still there, but I could tell they were starting to get drowsy. After about another hour or so we decided to climb back up the tree trunk and make a run for it.
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We got out of the tree and Sparky bolted. I ran, but I lost him in the distance. I decided he had probably gone home so I ran in that direction. I got home about 10 minutes later and found Sparky laying on my bed. I went upstairs and made him walk to the bathroom. I inspected his wound the best I could and decided just to ice it until my parents got home. It was around 4 o’clock so it would only be a few more hours until they arrived. When they finally got home Sparky was asleep again and I explained the whole story to my parents. We immediately drove him to the vet and he said that it looked like the markings were from a bear and that Sparky would be okay. He also said that he would need to rest for a few days, but we knew there was no way he would do that. After the long visit at the vet, we drove back home. We got there around 11 and made sure Sparky was okay before we all went to bed after the long and stressful day.
Maggie Mauro Grade:  8   NorthWestern Lehigh School District
The first white flakes fluttered down from the pale-grey sky at precisely 8:27 A.M. on a Friday morning in early December. My language arts class pointed out the window and remarked about the snow as if we were in kindergarten, not eighth grade. Soon the ground looked as though it had been dusted in powdered sugar. The tiny particles didn’t fall rapidly, and they were spread out. Only the most optimistic students dared to hope that, possibly, the roads would be slick, the teachers would have their doubts, and we would hear the announcement. The announcement stating that classes had been cancelled. The announcement informing us that we were to pack our things and board the buses. I didn’t bother longing for this announcement, for I knew it would never come. But… Soon, it began to snow more expeditiously. Tree branches became laden with a heavy white burden. I looked out the window, and I could barely see a few yards ahead. That’s when I finally allowed myself to hope that there was a chance the announcement might come. And come it did. “Attention, staff. Due to the heavy snowfall, we will be dismissing all students at 9:15 A.M. Thank you and travel safely.” My class cheered. All around me, faces lit up with joy. I looked at the clock, which read 8:52. My lips curved up into a grin. I might not have shouted, but I couldn’t suppress my excitement. I knew exactly what I was going to do when I got home.
The bus driver didn’t want to risk trying to make it up my long, winding driveway, so I found myself trudging through several inches of snow. Uphill. My feet were clad in only flats. By the time I made it to my house, my toes were numb.
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My mother was sitting on the couch. She was a teacher, and her school must have been let out early as well. “Hi, Mom. I can’t feel my feet.” My mom looked over at me. “Did you walk up the driveway in your flats?” “No, I had a spare pair of snow boots laying around in my backpack. Of course I walked up in my flats.” I crossed the room and held my feet up to our small portable heater. Warmth surged back into my toes. I sighed in relief. After a few minutes, I had control over my toes again. “I’m going to go outside,” I said to my mom. “Okay,” she answered. “Can I take Attie?’ I asked. Atticus, our huge Newfoundland, slowly lifted his head from the kitchen floor. He scarcely got to his feet, but he knew what I meant and he loved to go out into the snow. My mom considered this for a minute, then said, “I suppose. Just be careful.” “I will,” I promised. An alert went off on my phone. I looked down at the screen. It read, Amber Alert. A child from Germansville went missing this morning at approximately 8:21 A.M. He is a four year old male with brown hair and blue eyes. He is three feet two inches tall and weighs thirty-three pounds. He was last seen in Germansville wearing black pants, a red winter coat, and blue snowboots. If you have any information at all, please call one of the numbers listed below. 484-293-5757 274-294-5861 610-485-2876 A grimace crossed my face. I hated Amber Alerts. Some poor child was out there, alone and cold, in the middle of a snowstorm. However, I didn’t think much of the issue. I pulled on my gloves, hat, boots, scarf, and what felt like a hundred more pounds of insulation at my mother’s request, which took about forty-five minutes. Then I hooked Attie’s collar to his leash and ran outside. Immediately, snowflakes peppered my face and Attie’s black-and-white mane of fur. I laughed with delight as Attie hopped around on his toes in the fluffy white powder.
My backyard is uneven, with hills sprouting at every turn or dipping down into a sloping decline. I decided to walk up to the top of the highest hillside and admire the frigid beauty of the winter’s day. I tugged on the leash, and Attie bounded after me happily. The climb up the hill made my muscles burn, and I was breathing heavily by the time we made it to the top. But the view was worth it. Ice-glazed tree branches stretched out beneath a crystal-blue sky, just a few hours earlier a dreary grey color. Snow coated the ground in a flawless white blanket. The crisp air was sweet and clean as I inhaled deep lungfuls.
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I layed on the ground, the snow acting like a mattress and cushioning my fall, and gazed up at the cottony clouds above me. They appeared to be weightless, floating like gossamer spirits. Attie leaned over me and lapped my face with his pink tongue. I sat up, laughing. Attie and I walked down to the forest across the road from my house. The “woods” were just a few trees and bushes dotted across a stretch of land. Still, they were enchanting in the winter.
We traipsed through the lifeless vegetation in silence. I became lost in thought, reminiscing past snow days and dreaming of future ones. Attie began to bark suddenly, startling me out of my trance. My head jolted up and I surveyed the area, eyes keen for any sign of danger. My heart began to race. But all that happened was a small brown rabbit scampered off behind a fallen log. I exhaled, figuring that must have been what Attie was so distressed about. But he didn’t stop barking. He howled urgently as I had never heard him before. He strained to get over to something in a thicket of dead shrubs, and I couldn’t hold him back. He was too powerful. Attie sprinted over to the brier and stuck his nose into the branches. “Atticus!” I shrieked. I ran after him, grabbing hold of his leash. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked exasperatedly. I tried to pull him away from the bushes, but he wouldn’t budge. Attie barked at the shrubs. He sniffed through them as if he needed to get to something on the other side. Something on the other side… I pushed past Attie and kicked through the brambles. And that’s when I heard the whimpers. The cries of a small, frightened child. On the other side of the bushes, I examined the small shelter-like area created by the shrubs and a few trees. A small figure was huddled against one of the trunks. I drew closer to the figure. Fearful azure-blue eyes stared up at me. The child curled into a ball was wearing a red coat, black pants, and blue boots. He pushed his chestnutbrown hair off his forehead and hid his face. I couldn’t breathe. Attie had found the missing child. The one from the Amber Alert.
My brain came out of its stupor and began functioning again. “It’s alright,” I said softly, gently. “I won’t hurt you.” The boy wouldn’t look at me. His cries became more audible. I knelt next to him. “You must be cold. And hungry. Why don’t you with me?” He spoke one word: “No.” “I’m going to help you, sweetie.” He looked up at me, his face wet from tears. “Mommy said to not go with strangers.”
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Good point. “Well, I’m going to make sure you go home to your mommy. She doesn’t know where you are, and she’s really sad.” When he didn’t respond, I asked, “Don’t you want to go home?” He nodded slowly. “Promise you’re nice?” he said. “Yes,” I replied, extending my hand. He took it. Even through my gloves, I could feel how icy his skin was. “Okay, buddy, we’re going to go back to my house. There we’ll call your mom. My mom will get you something to eat. Okay?” “Okay,” he sniffled. I led him across the road and up the driveway to my house. I learned that his name was Chase and he loved Spiderman. He had a dog, too. The dog’s name was Gibson. He absently ran his fingers over Attie’s fur as he told me this.
My mom made a huge fuss over Chase. While I called his parents, she wrapped him in a thick fluffy comforter, then plopped him on the couch and bundled him in more blankets. She then proceeded to make hot chocolate and heat some soup up for him to eat. The whole time, Attie wouldn’t leave Chase’s side. He sat stoically next to him like a guard. Chase seemed to be assuaged by Attie’s presence.
Chase’s parents were enormously relieved. His father kept shaking our hands and thanking us, and his mother burst into tears and threw her arms around me. I told them that it was Attie who had found him, and they gushed and swooned over him, telling him he was the best dog ever and squeezing him and rubbing his belly. Chase’s father then left for a brief period of time and came back with a huge box of dog biscuits.
After they left, my mom rubbed Attie’s ears and gave him a handful of treats. “Good boy!” she said enthusiastically. She busied herself with cooking a steak just for him.
I buried my face in Attie’s thick fur. I looked into his sleepy black eyes. “What you did was really heroic, buddy.” I said quietly, so only he could hear me. “I’m proud of you.” And, even though he was just a dog, I knew he understood.
Zoë Weidman Grade   8    Kutztown Area School District
You Won’t Believe What My Dog Did!
You won’t believe what my dogs do, they keep a secret journal but I found it….
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Journal Entry 1 I write here about what my days are like as a Perkins Poodle. Today, I got stuck behind the stair door….again. IT’S JUST SO SCARY! One moment it’s closed, the next, it’s open! What will it do next? Bonk me on my poor noggin? Maybe even EAT ME ALIVE! I howl and bark and whine when I’m stuck behind its ferocity. I continue to do so until a knight comes to save me! This knight could be my dear Mommy, who I love so very much, my dad, or one of my human sisters. I dash out chanting, ‘I’m free! I’M FREE!’ in my head. Mom’s heading to bed, I’ll come back to this later.-Fergus Willie 2 THE EVIL MAN HAS RETURNED!!!! The evil man whom my human family calls ‘Joe’ is in my territory! He has brought minions and TOOLS! My family assure me that he means no harm and is only ‘fixing the house’ but I can see it in his eyes! He means EVIL! My human family find my actions so unnecessary that they take me and my poodle half sister cousin named FizzyGig upstairs and close that evil door on us. Still I protest my displeasure.     -Fergus Willie 3 I HAVE COME TO FIND SOMETHING HORRIBLE! The bowls for food and water are……EMPTY! I must paw at the bowls to make music that shows my starvation and dehydration! They both had food and water before Fizzy finished them off! I may not survive to tell any more tales.    -Fergus Willie 4 Today I went to my human grandparents’ house and saw my cousin poodle named Annie. But when Fizzy and Annie rushed outside, I couldn’t join them. I couldn’t because in order to join them, I need to cross…THE EVIL TILE FLOOR! THE HORROR! Maybe some monster is waiting to eat me alive! It takes some time for me to finally scramble past the floor and any evil monsters to join my sister and cousin.    -Fergus Willie
5 Dad is out getting food for the humans at a place called ‘bagel bar.’ I’ll see if I can either steal some food or wait for any fallen scraps. Fizzy is at the window, seeing him come back with the food. My human sister named ‘Zoë’ calls this ‘patrolling.’ I shall return after finding if I can get any food for myself.     -Fergus Willie 6 It’s been what feels like HOURS! Where could Mommy be? The rest of my human family assure me that she’s ‘just at the grocery store’ and that she left ‘just five minutes ago’ but I still wait anxiously for her return. It’s been a bit. WAIT! Is that the sound of the door opening? IT IS! MOMMY!!!! Fizzy begins to jump around happily doing a ‘dance.’ I’ll come back to this later, I have a Mommy to greet.       -Fergus Willie 7 It’s dinnertime for the humans. Their food looks SO much better than the food I am fed. Wait, looks like Maeve is in the other room, Mom is getting something in the kitchen, Dad is in the bathroom and Zoë has gone to grab something. That must mean they’re done with this delicious meal, right? This food is all for me, right? Fizzy looks at me expectantly *sigh* fine. I’ll share a little. I then snatch the food off the table and dash
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underneath the table, Fizzy following me underneath the table. I hear Mommy give an ‘aa-a-ah! FERGUS!’ Uh, oh, Mommy’s mad! I just finish my food, sharing some with Fizzy, with not much shame for my thievery.     -Fergus Willie 8 Mommy and Dad are at work, and Maeve and Zoë at school. Fizzy and I lay on the couch, a bit bored. I then catch a whiff of something delicious, and I perk my head up. Is that the trashcan calling my name? I get up and walk over to the trashcan. The humans seem to know my love for trash, since they have a trashcan that has a special way of opening. That doesn’t prevent it from opening a bit when it’s crammed with goodness! I pull out the top things, including an ‘empty’ ice cream carton, food containers and wrappers. Fizzy, hearing me get some goodies, comes over and helps herself as well. We have our fill and go back to the couch. Later, Mom comes home and sees the scattered trash. ‘Puppies..’ she scolds. ‘You’re naughty.’ We give her a ‘That did it on it’s own’ look as she cleans it up.       -Fergus Willie 9 Fizzy is snuggling with Zoë happily when Zoë seems to remember something. She gets up and comes back with a jar of something called ‘coconut oil’ to ‘make her dry nose feel better’. Realizing what’s coming next, Fizzy curls up one side of her lip in a kind of ‘smile’ and makes snorting noises unhappily. Zoë giggles and rubs some of the oil on Fizzy’s nose, Fizzy desperately licking it off. Ha! Lucky I don’t need that!  -Fergus Willie 10 Fizzy and I are hanging out, when I get the mood to play! I happily bow down in the ‘play’ position, and we then happily begin to playfully tussle, meaning no harm to the other. We are playing when Maeve opens the door, and we run out happily! Yay! -Fergus Willie
This concludes the journal entry of my two poodles and what their life is like. May they write more? Probably.