Draft #3!

Elizabeth Hinkler

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Creative Writing

My Dog, Cassandra!


1.
Why life is unfair:
Katherine, my best friend, runs up to my sister and I, shoving a dull picture of a dog in nature, squealing 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 ugly. Kind of.”


2.
What I say to my parents:

“Mommy, Daddy, can I have a dog?”

Their response:

“When you are older. Maybe.”

3.
Clarification:

No. Not ever. Not in one million years. Not in two million years. Not even after garbage dumps decompose. Never.

Who said that fighting the doom of parents would be easy? They are tricky, but if you know how to get yourself out of locked room filled with Parana, you are halfway there. Or possibly just really magical.


4.
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 went all over town with her new bedazzled collar and leash. My parents gave me that, along with matching tiaras for Cassandra and I!

5.
The history of dogs according to my dad:

“Well, when I was at the prime age of ten and seven months, my parents gave me a dog and it peed in my bed. It vacated the area the very next morning, not to my surprise. I have never had a dog since, nor do I want one. End of discussion."

6.
My parent's newest ritual:
Describing the horrors of picking up dog poop. And how they "know" that I will "never" want a dog once I get a whaft of that pleasent smell.

But I know they are gambeling with the wrong deck of cards this time. Who cares if dogs poop? Humans poop. People poop. You just have to plug your nose. Or teach your dog to go in a toilet like normal people.
I got 'em there!

7.
Today I taught Cassandra the ins and outs of the toilet. She can sit , take toilet paper, and even get the step stool to wash her hands. She is very successful and when she puts her mind to use, can accomplish many things she never thought she could. Like learning how to cook a chocolate chip omlette.

8.
My mom's family dog history:
There once was a happy doggie named Sugar Zoppetti. She was a good girl and was fed peanut butter. One day, she decided that it was time to have a baby girl, and when she did, she named her Brandi. They had lots of fun together and went swimming every day. Just like her mommy, Brandi looked in the mirror one day and noticed she was getting a bit chunky, and the extra long jogs were not seeming to help. Soon enough, Brandi gave birth to Holly, and after that it was the end because Holly ripped up Auntie Linda's apartment! The end.

9.
Today I experienced the miracle of birth. When Cassandra told me she was nauseous and couldn't eat her nutella and toast this morning, I knew something suspicious going on between her and Mr. Weeslie down the block. Five minutes later, she gave birth to her puppies! My mom recorded it for our family keepsake.

10.
My family went to the pet store today. I run straight to the dog section, and BAM! I fall in love with a puppy. I name her Cinnamon. I grab my parents and shove their noses next to her cage... Wait for it... cross fingers...
Nope.
Daddy says she's "too expensive." Suuure. Yeaaah. He tries covering up his love for her and says she looks like a rat.

11.
Cassandra's Puppie's Names:
Cassie Cookie
Missie Happie
Sweetie Lickie
Lumpie Fuzzie
Cutie Yummie
Rosie Dexter.