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A day in the life of a dog<\/p>\n
Most of my friends say that they hear human beings repeat the same phrase, \u201cevery dog has its day, to me, I feel every day is a dog\u2019s day\u201d and they need to make our days better. Since I came to this family, the oldest dog I have ever seen is my neighbor\u2019s dog called Osama, He was pretty sluggish, but the people loved him, they would do with him in the afternoon and give her with dog biscuits and other nutrients. Unfortunately, Charlie passed away, and I was moved when the children held Osama\u2019s day under their tree. After all said, my typical day starts at 9.00pm, when my master, Charles, comes to open my kernel for a cold night. Charles is warm and loving but his father Mr. Joe is extremely rude to me, my friends and any other canine that comes to his compound. <\/p>\n
Charles always keeps his time; he comes to open the door for me at exactly 9.30 every day and stays with me as I take my super. We talk in low hushed voices. He motivates me telling me that he doesn\u2019t like the way Mr. Joe is treating me and would like to give me better food when he finally get employed. Then other day, he came late and apologized, Charles also realizes that it is rude to shout at me. I wonder wither him can hear me, but I feel we communicate as he does what I say and I follow his commands. After my super Charles allows me into then family room, we share a lot in common. He likes traditional cuisine, and sports. He likes swimming and hiking, just the things that make me happy. He keeps on stroking my mane my hair while we talk, at times he allows me to sit on his lap especially when we are out.<\/p>\n
The father would always come to my kernel door and shout at me, talking obscenities to me. He yells at me after having quarrels with his family. I always prefer quite moment especially in the morning as I take my morning nap. Mrs. Joe is very kind, but kind heart never won a fair lady, I prefer those who give me food, care about how I survive. Dogs prefer better food, my neighbor\u2019s dog always barked to get the attention of their master when the master failed to give him proper food. The neighbor had to take her to the hospital for vaccination but was euthanized. How do human being think about us, they use as lab animal for research. I agree we share some characteristics, but taking your guardsman to hospital for euthanasia even when he is nagging is not appropriate, decent death is every dog\u2019s right. <\/p>\n
My master\u2019s father is also a man who needs constant medical checkup. I hear, higher animals call it, psychoanalysis, he suffers from animal phobia, he hates me with venom, I don\u2019t remember having annoyed him, or barked at him when he comes home late. We always pass each other like sworn enemies without any word, no glancing at each other or exchanging a word. I also tend to hate him, he never give me anything even for guarding his home. For example, there was a burglary in his stores and I alerted him, he only came out and asked barked at name to keep quite. He never went around checking, to him, I Was making noise, but to me, I was doing my duty. When I was hit with a stone, he never came out to see what was going on, he only opened the window and shouted then went back to sleep. The following day, he blamed me for allowing thieves to steal his motorbike.<\/p>\n
Charles is exceptionally a skilful master. Oh! How I wish Charles was my master. I would have served him like it as my last day on earth, I would welcome the dogs in the neighborhood to help me keep guard in the compound, but what does Mr. Joe gives me for my hard work, sneer, and insults. Finally, Mr. Joe\u2019s family is one happy family; they have a loving family house, a comfortable dog\u2019s kernel courtesy of Charles and above all, a good diet. However, I don\u2019t care about the diet, I prefer dog’s biscuit and not just same cocktail of recipes that Mr. Joe brings me on a Saturdays, he makes hate Saturdays because Charles goes for his piano lessons on Saturday leaving me at the mercy of his father. <\/p>\n
Finally, Mr. Joe also happens to have a mistress, oh, poor lady. How can you fall in love with such an animal? He is cruel, I wonder how they chat and agree or modus Vivendi, Mr. Joe is a batterer he keeps on beating Mrs. Joe, overly subtle ideas which civilized beings should sort amicably. I think he mistreats his wife because he has a na\u00efve blond lady for a mistress. He had forgotten how hard life was for them four years ago when Charles adopted me. He was extremely rude to me from the beginning. He was jobless and Mrs. Joe supported the whole family, how dare he mistreat her. One day, on a sunny day, I will give him a taste of my temper. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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