Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Dog Dreams :: essays research papers
Dog DreamsFor the past five historic period my vision has been to own a male Saint Bernard give birth place of my old Saint Bernards, Samson and siren. Patty, the woman that owns my old companions called and assured me that Delilah was pregnant and was expected to deliver within the next week. I knew that my dream was coming true and I would get my pup. That whole week I was on cloud nine all I could think roughly was this dog. I went ahead and made plans to pick out my new bunch up of joy the following Monday after they were born. Everything was going great, until I received the intimately disturbing telephone call I had ever received. This call informed me that Delilah had given birth to six beautiful puppies, but a disease in the mother&8217s milk called milk feverishness had instantly killed three of the pups and the other three were in critical condition. I asked if I could come and see the three living pups, but she verbalize to wait and see if they survived. Patty t old me to call her Saturday night and check on the pups. As Saturday approached I worked up the nerve and called her. I soon wise(p) that two more had passed away and only one pup was yet holding on. Patty told me that the one pup that was still holding on was a male, and he looked just like his father, Samson. This information rekindled my dreams and I began to realize some hope. She told me that if anything happened she would give me a call. Sunday went by along with Monday and near of Tuesday. Then around 930 while I was at work, one of the servers informed me I had a telephone call. My heart began to race, as I answered the telephone. As I expected it was Patty, she wanted to tell me that the pup had passed away. It felt like a hundred pounds of bricks hit me in the chest. We talked a bit, I thanked her for everything she had done, and I hung up the telephone. All I could think nearly was that my pup was dead. After so many years of waiting and lacking(p) this pup in the m atter of days, it was gone.
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