Chapter 1 (dogs point of view)

It was a stormy night when my mother gave birth to me.  I feel my mother’s giant wet tongue licking me, I also hear soft whines from other things.  It was confusing but I then realized that the ‘things’ were squirming around and bumping into me.  My favorite part was my mother’s warm milk and her soft, giant, soothing tongue.  I feel as if I’m home, with my mom and the ‘things’. I kept hearing a creaking sound and a

‘Clunk clunk’ sound

But I never paid attention to it.

Chapter 2 (girls point of view)

“Olivia! Hurry up we’re gonna be late! My mother screeched from the kitchen. I skidded down the hall in my summer sundress. “Hey, mama!” I said. She always said that it was in the Summer I was the happiest. I believed it. “Can you carry the kennel to the SUV?” Mama asked.  “Why do we need a kennel?” I asked, “ We don’t have any pets.” Our old dog Tucker got lost and never came back, we did everything we could do to find him, but that was a long time ago.  “Are we getting a pet?!” I asked. “Get in the car and you’ll see,” she said.  I sprung out the door and ran to our grey SUV. In one week was my 13th birthday.  I sat in the back of the SUV and buckled my seat. After 5 minutes my mom came in the car.

  We drove for 45 minutes reaching a small ranch by the coast.

I opened my door and hopped out of the car. There were a lot of horses grazing on grass and swishing their tails. “If we’re getting a horse I think we need a bigger kennel,” I said. My mom chuckled “C’mon.” she said. I trailed behind her on a small paved pathway until we reached a small barn.  It was small and it was coated lovelily with a bright red coat of paint and little ducks waddling around a nearby barn.  “ Olivia, this is my friend Ms. Patricia Honeydew, Patricia this Olivia.” My mom said smiling. Ms. Honeydew was tall and wore blue jeans with a purple tee. Then Ms. Honeydew said, “Are you ready to meet them?” “Wait,” I said, “What do you mean?” I asked. I looked at my mom there was a small grin on her face. “Wait you didn’t tell her?!” Ms. Honeydew asked. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” my mom said. 

Chapter 3 (dogs point of view)

When I was two weeks old I opened my eyes the ‘things’ were other puppies like me. Once my brother accidentally pushed me into the food bowl. After that, I was really dirty. Now I stay near mama and keep my distance away from my brothers. One by one my siblings started disappearing, mama was always grumpy when one of my siblings was gone. 

 Two women and a girl walked in, my mama looked sad I ran over to comfort her she licked me and gave me a giant lick. She encouraged me to go to the girl. So I did, I waddled over and started licking the girl’s ankles. The girl scooped me up and then looked me in the eyes. I looked at her back, she also smelled like waffles.

chapter 4 (girls point of view)

I followed my mom inside the barn, with my flip-flops going clop clop.  It was decorated with stringed lights and old-fashioned sofas and weird quotes like ‘Keep your hands on the reins of life.’ that quote had a little picture of a horse. Another one said ‘Don’t  be fooled by a sheep’s wool.’ They were a bit weird but oddly reasonable.  “ Where are my manners!? Please would you like a seat?” Miss. Honeydew asked.  I and my mom sat down on a  lime-green sofa with little yellow flowers on it. “So, I said awkwardly “ What’s up!?” I said still sounding a bit awkward. “Olivia?” my mom asked. “Yes?” I said nervously. Was I in trouble? Was it good news? Was my mom going to yell at me for making her that weird burnt croissant thing I made for her birthday?  “We need to talk,” my mom said her voice was serious and tense. “You know how your father died three months ago?” “And how Tucker ran away?” my mom said, her deep blue eyes looking at me seriously waiting for me to answer. “Yeah,” I mumbled, my dad died in World War Two, He always made me and mom laugh no matter what the situation was he always made somebody smile. He made my mom happy now my mom is grey like one of the grumpy clouds you would see on a cartoon.  My mom was a pretty woman with blonde hair and deep blue eyes, I had dark brown eyes with dirty blonde hair.  “Well you have seemed sad lately, so we’re gonna get you a dog.” my mom said, I mean I’m still sad but my mom is probably the saddest person I have ever known.  My eyes lit up. A dog? What kind of dog? Was it a big one? A small one? Were we going to be best friends forever and always? “Ok,” I said my mom put on a kind, friendly, warm smile.