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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.