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I am Not a Bad Dog
I am Not a Bad
Dog
By Jazmin Garcia
English 2 block
2
October 7, 2013
They look
at me with frightened, hatred eyes
I just
want to play with the children
lick
their faces, wag my tail, jump and do tricks
They all
run away from me
I’m alone
No one
wants to play?
No one
loves me?
Did I do
something wrong?
Was I a
bad dog?
I appeared-
seeing all the friendly faces, my mouth open as
wide as a tennis ball
barking, I'm so excited I’m a child hyped up on
candy
my straining seeking staring eyes, looking at
theirs
waiting.
waiting for the command to play….
? I DON’T UNDERSTAND ?
Wait!
I hear
someone.
I see
someone.
They're
coming.
They’re
coming!
They’re
coming to play?!
What is that stick pole with a string at the
end?
I have never seen this play toy before?
I feel threatened?
Why am I scared?
They come towards me with vivacious eyes and
gestures
run.
run.
RUN.
I guess I
was a bad dog…
They
threw me in a dark closed, cold, box.
I’m
alone.
I feel
like a bad dog.
I am a
bad dog.
They take
me out the cold box with the pole.
I hear
dogs.
I smell
dogs.
I see
dogs.
Where am I?
Why do they pull and tug on my neck?
Why are they tense when I come near them?
Why are they putting me into a bigger, cold,
box?
Days go
by and no one notices me.
no one
hears my cries.
I am
alone.
I feel
like a bad dog.
I am a
bad dog.
Did I
hear voices? Do I see feet? Do I smell children?
Do I feel
happiness float about the atmosphere?
They come
towards me, looking and smiling, examining me.
I wag my
tail.
I whine
for attention.
They
laugh.
Why do I feel Safe around these children?
Why are they looking at me with wanting eyes?
Why are the parents looking at me and shaking
their heads… No?
Are the kids begging?
Why is the tense man who brought me here coming
near me with keys?
I am
brought out the cold box.
The man takes me to
the back of a dark room.
The door
closes…Almost.
I hear a SHOUT.
I hear a WHISTLE.
I hear a CLAP.
I am turned away from
the dark room and turned towards the children.
They take
me away from being a bad dog.
I am not
a bad dog.
I am a GOOD dog.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Letter To the Editor
HCS
Early College High School
2050
Highway 501 E
Conway,
SC 29528
September
19, 2013
Letter
to the Editor
The
Sun News
P.O. Box 406
Myrtle Beach, SC 29577
Dear
Editor in chief:
My
name is Jazmin Garcia; I am a sophomore at HCS Early College High School
located in Conway.
I am writing to address the issue of discrimination
towards the Pit-bull breed. It has been commonly known that these breeds have
been born with an aggressive personality; appearance to be frightening, and
known for many negative acts. From the start, they’ve had a bad reputation. No
one wants to go near them, places don’t except them, and they’re the 1st
to go and the last option.
People should not look at these dogs and instantly
have a negative thought or gesture towards the Pits. Their true personality is
a very confident, loyal, trustworthy, obedient, intelligent breed. You treat
the breed with the same respect of your own dogs, you train and raise them like
your own, and you trust and give them a chance like your own.
Do Pitt-bulls not deserve that 2nd
chance? Just like with people, you should NEVER judge a book by its cover.
Thank you for taking your time out to read this
letter, it means a lot to me and I hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Jazmin Garcia
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