Elizabeth Hinkler Wednesday, September 16th, 2009 Creative Writing My Dog, Cassandra!
Ever since the beginning of time, there has been one consistent goal every child needs to attain. If not, that child will be blown into the depths of the seas, to a small underwater cave that smells like doom and unhappiness, and failure. But for me, this goal was of utmost importance, to me, a life or death situation- the top of the world or the bottom of the garbage dump. It was me against the human race of parents, and I had to stand my ground. I took a major gulp, and whispered for the 1,962nd time in my life to my dad… “Dog!”
I had to start back at the bottom of the garbage dump once again. P.U. And P.U. is what my parents say about dogs.
My very first breath out of the womb was my cry of dog. I needed one.
What I say to my parents: “Mommy, Daddy, can I have a dog?”
Their response: “When you are older, maybe.”
Clarification: No. Not ever. Not in one million years. Not in two million years. Not even after garbage dumps decompose. Never.
Katherine, my best friend, runs up to my sister and I after church saying she’s getting a dog. “Ooh! Isn’t he cute? His name is Cooooodyyyy! Don’t you just looove him? He’s mmmmmine!” “Oh yep. That is one fine dog.” In my head, I grumble, “Too bad he’s uuuuglyyy!”
My Fantasy Dog: Cassandra Maybelle Hinkler.
Today Cassandra was sent to me in the mail. Right away I fed her some cocoa puffs and the marshmallows from Lucky Charms. We dressed up in genie sparkle outfits and then all over town with her new bedazzled collar and leash. My parents gave me that, along with matching tiaras for Cassandra and I!
The history of dogs according to my dad: “Well, when I was young, my parents gave me a dog and it peed in my bed. It vacated the area the next morning. I have never had a dog since.
Elizabeth Hinkler
ReplyDeleteWednesday, September 16th, 2009
Creative Writing
My Dog, Cassandra!
Ever since the beginning of time, there has been one consistent goal every child needs to attain. If not, that child will be blown into the depths of the seas, to a small underwater cave that smells like doom and unhappiness, and failure. But for me, this goal was of utmost importance, to me, a life or death situation- the top of the world or the bottom of the garbage dump. It was me against the human race of parents, and I had to stand my ground. I took a major gulp, and whispered for the 1,962nd time in my life to my dad… “Dog!”
I had to start back at the bottom of the garbage dump once again. P.U. And P.U. is what my parents say about dogs.
My very first breath out of the womb was my cry of dog. I needed one.
What I say to my parents:
“Mommy, Daddy, can I have a dog?”
Their response:
“When you are older, maybe.”
Clarification: No. Not ever. Not in one million years. Not in two million years. Not even after garbage dumps decompose. Never.
Katherine, my best friend, runs up to my sister and I after church saying she’s getting a dog.
“Ooh! Isn’t he cute? His name is Cooooodyyyy! Don’t you just looove him? He’s mmmmmine!”
“Oh yep. That is one fine dog.” In my head, I grumble,
“Too bad he’s uuuuglyyy!”
My Fantasy Dog:
Cassandra Maybelle Hinkler.
Today Cassandra was sent to me in the mail. Right away I fed her some cocoa puffs and the marshmallows from Lucky Charms. We dressed up in genie sparkle outfits and then all over town with her new bedazzled collar and leash. My parents gave me that, along with matching tiaras for Cassandra and I!
The history of dogs according to my dad:
“Well, when I was young, my parents gave me a dog and it peed in my bed. It vacated the area the next morning. I have never had a dog since.