Write a story about yourself from the
perspective of an object, thing, animal, or another person.
Well, this
one should be short and sweet. How about one from the perspective of my dog,
Gunner?
Gunner
(looking back on the day of his rescue from the shelter): I
was happy that lady let me out of the cage, and I couldn’t wait to get out of
that place where all the dogs were sad. I loved riding in her car. I kept trying to sit up front because that’s
where I could see the best, but the lady wouldn’t let me go there. That sucked. Then we got to a house, and she
took me out back. I peed, chased a cat across the yard, and then smelled all
there was to smell pretty quick, and I asked the lady if I could go
inside. Inside was AWESOME! I ran around
everywhere, and she didn’t stop me. That’s
when I knew this house would be mine! Then the short person came home and then
the tall man. Everything changed when
they came in. I like that lady, though.
She gives me treats, lets me go wherever I want (most of the time), and gives me
these things they call, “kisses” all the time.
I wasn’t so sure about those at first, but I don’t mind them now. I like to sit in her chair with her and sleep
right in between her and the tall man. I
think maybe I’ll stay here. I don’t feel
so much like running away anymore…which is how I ended up in the sad dog place
anyway.
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