...Sport, that name brings back so many memories. He was one of my best friends. He played with me, protected me, and he cared about me. You would think such a big dog would be mean or something like that. But Sport was my gentle giant, He liked other dogs, he never bit anyone, he loved to meet new people and he never barked. I know what you are thinking, what a great dog. Imagine this and you’ll know what the general idea or what he looked liked: He’s tall, brown with white markings. He’s got big ears, a wet nose, and a strong, long tail. You probably don’t know what kind of dog he is so I will tell you, he is and Ibezan(sic) Hound. Sport and I did everything together. We especially liked to go on long walks and play fetch. We thought the fun would last forever. But then, in the summer of 2001, tragedy struck. Sport was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in his spine. His health was deteriorating right in front of my eyes. The veterinarians said there was no cure, but there was a treatment. We spent so much time and money on him. We wouldn’t let one of the best dogs in the world go without a fight. He didn’t get better. The veterinarians suggested that we should take him to a special veterinary hospital in Purdue. On the way to the vet, I remembered all the good times we had together. I stroked his fur all the way there. When we got to the hospital, they first checked him and ran some tests. But in the end, they said it would be best for Sport if they put...
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...Like most people with animals, my dog, Mila, is a huge part of my life. I have had her since she was six months old, and since the moment I met her, I knew she would hold a special piece of my heart. Also, like most people with a significant other, my husband is also a large part of my life. We have been together for almost four years. Now, while both of them make me very happy, they can also drive me a little crazy from time to time. Mila, who used to be great with other animals, has developed an aggression towards other dogs since we moved to Jacksonville in June, 2016. I believe it is due to the fact that instead of having a backyard, she is taken outside on a leash. That brings me to why, Devan, my husband, is driving me crazy. He takes...
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...been asking my parents for a dog. Every christmas, every birthday, every chance I had, I would ask. The answer was invariably a no. Since I was a little girl, I dreamed about getting a dog: what breed, what I would name it and how I would spend my time with my new best friend. I tried everything from researching prices, looking at different shelters and showing my parents that I could be responsible for someone other than myself. It got to the point to where I had given up on asking and had to accept the fact that I wouldn’t be getting a dog. Although I had given up on asking, my younger brother hadn’t. He started asking consistently for about a year and he didn’t give up. Every time I would hear him asking, I would remind him that my mom would never agree to a dog, but...
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...I was walking my dog Chip, when I noticed that he was sniffing dirt that was dug up then placed back. Chip started digging throwing up dirt everywhere. “What are you doing Chip you are getting dirt everywhere,” I yelled wanting Chip to stop. When he did I noticed that he had a bone in his mouth. “Really all that for a bone,” I stated all covered in dirt. When I began to take a closer look at the bone and realized that it was a human bone. I kept digging where Chip had dug and ended up digging up a whole skeleton along with some dog bones. Mortified I first quickly used my knowledge from an article I had read called “Identifying The Victim” that bones can show neglect, or abuse. Both the human and dog bones had cut marks all over them, which lead me to believe that this person along with their dog had been stabbed to death then buried. The second step I took was to look at the pelvis. After doing so...
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...The time I got my dog This is the story about the time I got my dog. She is 9 years old right now but remember the day we got her like it was yesterday! I was 2 when me and my mom drove past that sign on oneida st. Once we saw that sign we turned into the driveway that it pointed to. We got out of the car and walked up to the nice lady waiting by the tall (it was only 3 feet tall) chain link fence. Her name was Tara. She told us the breed (Lab-Pitbull mix) and that it was never on the vet charts. Tara said that she had a few puppies left. Me and my mom were fine with it. Me and my mom saw her. . . A little yellow ball in the corner staring at us with a smile and her tail wagging. I’m sure that my mom questioned “ Can we go...
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...The time I got my first dog was when my sisters and I were getting ready for school and we happened to find that dog walking around the neighborhood. I felt miserable that I had to leave the dog and go to school. After school, I drove home and as I pulled up to my house I realized that the dog was sit right in front of our door. I cognition that this dog would be the reason for us to bring the family closer together. So my sisters and I begged and complained to our mom to let us keep the dog if we could not find his owner. Mother agreed to our terms but father was………. Father warned us that taking care of a dog was a big responsibility and that we could keep him only if he stays in the garage. He also advised us that if we didn’t take of him,...
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...greeted by my pet dog Pluto. His big brown eyes light up with joy. He barks excitedly as he takes the strap of my water bottle in his mouth and runs in to inform mother that I have come. Pluto is a brown Labrador. My father gifted him to me on my birthday. He loves to dig and bury bones in the garden. True to his breed-The Retriever, he later takes it out and eats it. He is very faithful. No outsider can enter our house. He barks so loudly that we all know there is someone at the gate. He doesn't bite but his huge size scares people. When any of us are ill he sits at our bed side looking sad. Most part of the day he sleeps and remains awake at night to guard the house. He makes a good watchdog. The water pond in our garden is his favorite playing spot. He jumps in whenever he feels hot and plays in the water. My mother gets very angry with him. She now has extra work to dry and brush him. My parents regularly take him to the vet to have him de-wormed once in three months. He is also given vaccinations and anti-rabies injections. We regularly remove all parasites and keep him clean to remain healthy. After all the love and the joy he gives us, this is the least we can do for him. Pluto loves to eat fruits like apples and bananas. He is an unusual dog. My mother makes him a soup with green vegetables, chicken and rice every day. He loves milk and special dog biscuits for breakfast. Some days he eats egg too. He is my best buddy, and makes me laugh all the time. I love my pet and...
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...My dog just stole my cookie. I made a giant sugar cookie and frosted it and turned around to get milk and I turn around and his front feet are on the counter and he’s running away with my delicious cookie (with a glut of sugar in it. I guess it was good I didn’t get to eat it?) Anyways, I’ve had a productive day. Yesterday (Saturday), after sitting on my floor using my iPod and texting, going on social media, and playing mobile-phone games all day, I realized that - even though I could succumb to sitting on my floor doing nothing (which is a lot easier than doing something way more interesting) – actually doing something productive with my life makes me feel a lot better about myself. Now I like to switch back and forth from different times as I write. Like right now I can hear people playing softball at the school, each one of them vying for their team to win. And the fact that my dog stole my cookie has left me discombobulated and not being able to focus on a single sentence, as I long for that cookie, with its not-so-subtle sugary flavor. I even put blue food coloring on the dough so I could have a blue cookie and nope my dog ate it. Thanks jasper. He steals everything though. We’ve tried everything, but he still steals. He even sole one of those metal sponges! And not only does he steal everything (and I’m not lying, he steals everything), he eats it too! HE ATE A METAL, WIRE SPONGE. HOW DID THAT FEEL GOING DOWN HIS ESOPHOGAS. I BET NOT THAT GOOD. ANYWAYS, I FORGOT...
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...The 1972 Summer Olympic were supposed to be a new beginning. Germany had a dream to show the world a new face of optimism at the XX Olympic Games in Munich. After the reign of Hitler, Germany wanted the world to know that the country turned a new leaf. The dream instead turned into a nightmare filled with tragedy and chaos. Eleven Israeli Olympic team members were killed by Arab terrorists. As the Summer Olympics were occurring, eight Palestinian terrorists passed security with ease. The group of terrorists went to an Olympic Village where the Israeli Olympiads were staying and took them hostage. Eleven Israelites were taken hostage by eight Arab terrorists. All of this was on live television and the world was in terror. The peaceful Olympics which put the nations at peace, turned into a negotiation between terrorists. “We have learned to be on guard for this kind of thing almost all the time, but not here-not with all the nations gathered in peace, with all the talk about sportsmanship and freedom.” Said Asher Mashia, an Israeli student. A series of bullets and gunfire quickly put an end to that sort of talk. This event created a new organized terror from their attack. After three hundred German policemen surrounded the building, the long wait began. Later, the leader of the group threw out a poster that listed their demands. The demand was the release of two hundred Palestinian guerrillas who were imprisoned in Israel and safe passage to the Arab world. If the demands were...
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...My Life as a Dog In the film, My Life as a Dog (1985) directed by Lasse Hallstrom, we meet twelve-year-old Ingemar. Ingemar exists within and is influenced by an array of complex relationships and interacting environments as he deals with lack of control and loss in his life. This paper will explore the internal world and social environment of Ingemar and attempt to understand his world from several perspectives. Ingemar Ingemar is an early adolescent twelve-year-old boy with expressive eyes framed by strong eyebrows and a hair cowlick that rules his forehead. Although physically small for his age, Ingmar is athletic, intelligent, and emotionally resilient. As Ingemar confronts the loss of family members, home, and a beloved dog, he reads stories and tries to gain a perspective. He demonstrates the ability to reason about the social world but sometimes has difficulties with role taking and communication. Despite the chaos in his life, Ingemar is working hard to make sense of the world and actively construct this knowledge. Micro Analysis of Nuclear Family At the beginning of the film, Ingemar is living with his mother and older brother Eric, in an urban community. His father is gone; his mother, sick with tuberculosis is raising the two boys alone. A disorganized family apartment lacks warmth and is a window into their chaotic life. As a single parent, Ingemar’s mother has trouble dealing with the everyday responsibility of the boys. Ingemar and his brother...
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...9-13-13 “Cocoa the Amazing Labrador” When my family moved to our new home many years ago, my parents decided to add a new member to our family. We wanted a young dog, who could not only keep our older dog, Misty, company, but who could also learn from Misty. In turn, Misty could teach the new puppy how to behave. We chose to look for our new pet at the local shelter, so we could give a loving home to an animal in real need of affection. As soon as we saw the exuberant little dog, we knew she was the one! Our dog, Cocoa, is an aptly named family member who filled our home with joy. Cocoa’s name fit her personality. She is warm and loving. The mixture of happiness and mischief in her eyes mirrored the fluid changes in the creamy foam atop a mug of hot cocoa. Like a favorite warm drink, she makes us feel cozy and brings us comfort. Like liquid, she is always moving. Cocoa is a whirl of activity. Her name also matched her shiny coat of fur. My sister compared Cocoa’s white toes to the marshmallows in a cup of hot cocoa. Warm, light tones in her fur reminded us of how creamy milk chocolate looks when you melt it. Darker shimmers peppered by tiny white color variations look like the color changes seen when you stir milk into steaming hot chocolate. Our delightful Cocoa brought so much joy into our home life. She adored her “daddy”, my dad. Unlike Misty, however, she had a special closeness with me. She also protected my little sister, slipping into her room each night to...
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...Traditions represent the Actual Identity of particular society, while getting rid of them is supposed to be a sign of modernity. Traditions, quite often, keep us United, but modernity, usually, takes us apart from each other. A tradition implies an established method or practice; belief or custom, passed on to us by our ancestors. Much of what we do today has its roots in the past. Usual rituals, like the practice of throwing rice over the shoulder and a bride kicking a container of rice before entering her new house after marriage, have their origin in our traditions and are, in no way related to any logic or religion. Modernism is in total contras with the ideas or methods of the traditional ones. Old, it is said, is gold and should be preserved carefully. But it is also an unavoidable fact that old is to be given up for good to enter the New Era. We cannot go on sticking to our past customs traditions and roots simply because they have come by inheritance. The world has to move on. Hence the presence of the conflict between the traditional and the modern. What must not be forgotten, however, is that in spite of our desire to be modern, we must maintain a proper balance between the two? Too much observance of traditions and customs is contrary change. We start believing that there is nothing wrong with them. There is a lot in our ancient customs, still practiced today, that is not only meaningless, but even evidently harmful the modern society. Take for example, the practice...
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...Achievement Standard |Subject Reference |Biology 2.4 | |Title |Demonstrate understanding of life processes at the cellular level | |Level |2 |Credits |4 |Assessment |External | |Subfield |Science | |Domain |Biology | |Status |Registered |Status date |17 November 2011 | |Planned review date |31 December 2014 |Date version published |17 November 2011 | This achievement standard involves demonstrating understanding of life processes at the cellular level. Achievement Criteria |Achievement |Achievement with Merit |Achievement with Excellence | |Demonstrate understanding of life processes at |Demonstrate in-depth understanding of life |Demonstrate...
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...I was 8, 9, or 10 when it happened. My unforgettable experience happened. It made me into the man I am today. I wasn’t a regular kid. I had always gotten into fights, I goofed around all the time. But that’s not what i’m going to talk about. I’m going to talk about my first dog I’ve had. Flash. It was a great day for me that day. I was in 4th grade, Marguerite Vann elementary school. I was playing soccer like every other day. Our team won as usual. Mostly because I was goalie and they couldn’t get passed me. I had good grades, I had good friends, life was good. So, I came home just like every other day. Bringing in a smile and a heart shaped rock for my mom. When suddenly I saw my dad was here. My mom and dad are divorced so I didn’t know why he was there. I noticed that they had very long faces. Then they gave me the news....
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...statement is so true; I feel it in my gut. When you have someone in your life you just expect them to be there forever. That is not often the case, people and things have a way of disappearing. You must remember to treasure the good times because you can never get those times back. I am personally talking about pets, but it could be for anyone. I was just thinking about my dog that I have lost; it hurt so bad I felt like I would never recover. You may feel empty and so depleted of emotion but then something comes into your life that makes you light up. It happened to me and I hope it happens for everyone else who has faced a loss of some kind. About six years ago I had a beautiful dog named Bear; he was very furry and had the cutest squirrel like tail. I loved him tremendously; he was my playmate, and my best friend. Unfortunately Bear was an older dog and passed away over night which still shocked my whole family because he played like a puppy the night before I went to sleep. I was so devastated and could not stop crying, I told my mom through streaming tears that I never want another dog again. I was so distraught that I actually thought I would never again be able to love another dog. After a few months of grieving the loss of my wonderful dog Bear, I asked my mom if we could get another. I was shocked I felt this way but was pretty sure I needed to have another dog in my life and thankfully she agreed. I wanted to get a dog from a shelter, to save them from...
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