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The Dog Pound
by Dryden Fletcher
“Douglas . . . Douglas . . . Douglas, come on you don’t want to be late for picking out your first pet,” his mom called.
“Ok mom, just give me a second,” Douglas replied.
Douglas was five, and he loved animals. His mom would sign him up for every animal camp there was; he also would beg his neighbors if he could watch their animals when they were gone. But today all the babysitting would stop because Douglas would be getting his own Dog!
“Douglas come on!” his mom screamed from downstairs
“Alright alright, Mom,” Douglas said laughing, “I just wanted to get all my dog stuff ready.”
“Alright Douglas, I know this is a big day for you but we have to pick the dog together,” his mom said.
“Alright alright but I get the final say,” Douglas teased.
“That seems like a fair deal,” his mom replied. “Now get in the car and let’s go”
“Yay!”
When they got to the dog pound, Douglas could hardly believe his eyes.There were poodles, golden retrievers, and even bulldogs.Douglas turned to his mom and asked,
“Mom, can we get them all?” but didn’t wait for the answer.
“Well Douglas, we can’t get them…” his mom started.
“Can we get this bulldog puppy?” Douglas interrupted. “Please, I just love the way he looks at me.”
The bulldog puppy looked like a old wrinkled up paper bag, and his mouth flopped over his face and it skin was all loose and hairless.
“Well I guess...But you sure you want a bulldog?” his mom warned.
“Yes, I promise I to feed him, and take him for walks, and definitely pick up his poop,” Douglas promised.
“Alright, I guess you can have him,” his mom moaned.
“Yay! Thank you, I love you so much!” Douglas yelled so that everyone at the pound heard him.
“Come here, you little bulldoggie,” Douglas gently said.
So before his mom knew it they had a little bulldog. And a crazy amount of food and toys.
“Ohh brother, what did I get myself into?” his mom thought to herself.
And all the way home Douglas sang this song to his little puppy.
“Ohh, I got a little puppy a puppy a puppy I got a little puppy his name Johnny Cash ohh I got a little puppy a puppy I got a little puppy his name is Johnny Cash.”
“Well Douglas, I think dad is really going to like Johnny Cash,” his mom said.
“Ya, I bet Dad is going to just adore him since he had a bulldog too” Douglas added.
“Well honey, were almost home so I think you should show Johnny Cash the back yard and where he will be sleeping,” his mom suggested.
“Ya that will be perfect and can he sleep in the kitchen for the first year of his life at our house?” Douglas asked.
His mom sighed, “Well, I guess.”
“Yay the just wonderful! don’t you think Johnny Cash?” Douglas asked the dog.
“Ryp yip,” Johnny Cash barked (or yipped).
“Well honey, we’re at home so take the dog to the backyard and let him sniff it out,” his mom ordered.
“OK mom,” Douglas said (not really listening).
When Douglas and his dog got to the backyard Johnny Cash, immediately ran in circles (like all dogs do) and then out of nowhere he started to yip at the bushes. Douglas just thought he was barking at nothing and was getting ready to show him the inside of his house when out of nowhere at big black crow came out of the bushes. Douglas knew that a crow could easily eat his little dog. So in a split seconded Douglas scooped up his little dog and ran into the house.
“Douglas, honey why did you come running in?” his mom questioned.
“Ohh nothing much, just a big black crow,” Douglas sassed.
“Well honey, how about some food and water for Johnny Cash?” his mom offered.
“Ya that sounds good,” Douglas uttered.
“Hi honey, I’m home,” their dad yelled from the other room.
Their dad was a tall skinny man about the age of thirty-seven. And he had a British accent (being from England).
“Hi sweetie, guess what Douglas got today?” his mom smiled.
“Umm… I’m clueless what?” his dad teased.
“Rip rip rip,” Johnny cash ripped.
“Well it sounds like we have a new,” his dad proclaimed.
“Ya we do Dad,I just got him yesterday,” Douglas informed.
“Well guys and dogs, I think it’s a good time to start eating,” his mom suggested.
Douglas’s family ate dinner a different way than most people.They have dessert first and and the main course last (their mom thought it was a good idea to get the bad food out of the way).
“So Dad, what did you do today?” Douglas asked.
“Well today I promoted someone up and put some more money in our bank,” Douglas,s dad boasted.
“Well Dad, guess what I got today, wait it’s obvious I got a puppy,” Douglas claimed.
“Well douglas I think it’s time for you to go to bed,” his mom ordered.
“Ok...But just for tonight can Johnny Cash sleep with me?” Douglas pleaded.
“Alright but only if you get ready in the next twenty minutes,” his mom joked (Douglas didn’t know that).
“OK,” was all his mom and dad could hear because he started to run up the stairs faster than a road runner.
Ten minutes later Douglas was downstairs in his rocket PJ’s and stuffed bear all in his hand and his teeth were as clean as can be.
“Well Douglas, that was the fastest you ever changed into your PJ’s, brushed your teeth, and found Mr.Bear bear,” his mom congratulated.
“Well ya, I really want to sleep with Johnny Cash” Douglas said.
“Well that what you’ll be doing” his dad declared.
“Thanks a lot guys!” Douglas added.
Just then Johnny Cash came running downstairs with a big black thing in his mouth.
“Mommy, Daddy, what did Johnny Cash catch?” Douglas asked, looking at his mom and dad.
“Well I don’t know son, but I think it’s Mr.Crow crow your stuffed crow,” his dad said.
“Ohh...I think I know why he has a crow.”
“Why?” his parents asked.
Douglas continued, “Well when I first showed him around in the backyard he saw a crow and started ripping at it like crazy, and I think since he found a crow (or something like a crow), he thinks he caught it.”
Just then Johnny Cash dropped the bird in front of them.The stuffing was all ripped out of it and the bird’s tail had been destroyed. And the whole family just stared at the bird and then laughed.
“Well Douglas, I think you picked the right dog,” his dad laughed.
“Ya Dad, I sure did.”
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