Monday, November 2, 2009

The Great Dane



Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. He, being an old Great Dane named Patch. He licked her hand solemnly and wuffed at a treat she had hidden in her skirt pocket.
"You always seem to find food, wherever it may be." Angela smiled as Patch gobbled down the doggie delicacy.
She'd had Patch for as long as she could remember. Since she was a little cream-puff of a baby with her little cream-colored cheeks. She loved her dog like he was her best friend, and he was. He was her only friend.
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  1. ItsVanessa!November 3, 2009 at 1:34 PM

    You defiantly used showing, not telling, and went into a lot of detail, and i liked how you used a dog instead of a person she was walking to.

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  2. jared 71November 3, 2009 at 4:35 PM

    hey haley
    i like how you put a dog in the story.
    i also like when it said that he wuffed at the treat it gave me a prosice picture of the dog wuffing at the pocket

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  3. leoNovember 4, 2009 at 8:27 AM

    It was cool how you did it about a dog, most people would think that she was walking over to a person. Nice imagination.

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