My Story From Reading Class

A Man’s Best Friend

By Abby Forrester

“YOU’RE FIRED!!” said Peter’s boss. It had been two  days without Bailey. It was on that tragic day in Peter’s office when his boss said the sentence that he thought would ruin his life. Peter was so mad… no not mad he was furious! Peter thought to himself, “Doesn’t he know about Bailey? Wait… I never told him!”

Two days before, Peter, a young man who had aqua blue eyes and chocolate brown hair, got fired. He was playing with Bailey, a husky with blue eyes, her fur was as soft as silk and was as white as snow, but was also as grey as rain clouds. The day before Peter got fired Bailey and Peter were playing in their vast, flat, green grass yard. After Peter was tired of throwing the neon yellow tennis ball back and forth as they do every day, he called Bailey over to him. Bailey still had too much energy and decided to beg to play more. Peter was still refusing and started to bubble up with anger. Bailey thought Peter was getting excited. So she ran up to him with a tennis ball, and wagged her tail so hard it looked like a flag flapping in the wind. Finally Peter lost it and slammed the door yelling at Bailey, “ What is wrong with you! Why don’t you ever listen to me! Why can’t you be like a normal dog, and just listen! If you’re not going to listen to me then you can sleep outside tonight!” This situation has happened many time before and you would think Bailey learned her lesson, because Peter always cared for her and loved her with all of his huge heart. Well she didn’t. Unfortunately Peter didn’t know that there was a terrible storm brewing that night. Later in the foggy, and midnight dark he saw the lightning and heard the thunder from outside. Then he realized that he still had Bailey outside. So he brought Bailey in, but was still mad at her, and made her sleep on the couch. The next day wasn’t very good for Bailey or Peter. Around noon Bailey had ran away. Peter was so mad and frustrated at her. So he went looking for her. He ended up finding her at the store with white and red stripes all over it. The shop also had a smell that ran 4 blocks, it was a smell that everybody knew. The butcher shop. In all of the commotion Pete decided that he was going to give her away. The next day he sold her to a pet shelter. What Peter didn’t know was that this action would affect his whole life.

After the day he had sold Bailey Peter went to work. Peter worked as a lawyer. Peter had been one of the best lawyers you could ever want. When you wanted something done he was the first to get it done. That was until he got fired, but anyways before Peter got fired he was feeling “lost” you could say. People at his work had heard about his terrible and unforgiving actions, but his boss is never caught up with anything in his own town, and is always worried about other states and the cases he has to assign to his employees. When Peter went to his office he just sat there in his cloud-like chair that he had ever since Bailey was just a puppy. During his hours at work he didn’t know what to do with himself. It was like there was nowhere else to go, but back in time. So that’s what he did, at least in his mind. He was thinking about all of the good, and bad, memories he had with Bailey. Once he realized it was almost six o’clock at night he tried to make those memories disappear. He started to pack his things up and lock his office. Then he saw his boss. His boss had asked what he was doing there. Peter didn’t respond. His boss kept asking his question over and over again. In Peter’s mind he was thinking about how he knew that deep down in his heart he wanted to keep the memories with Bailey. It didn’t matter if they were bad or good he just wanted to keep them. The Peter’s boss lost it. He yelled at the top of his very powerful lungs, “YOU’RE FIRED!! IF YOU WON’T LISTEN TO ME THEN YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE IN THIS OFFICE !” Peter’s boss stormed out of there as fast as you can say fired. Peter had finally come out of his daze. He was so stunned he didn’t know what to do. So he just dragged his feet as he left the building , drove back home to his house, and laid on his couch.  As he started to realize what happened, and thought about everything that had happened in the past two days, he slowly fell asleep. He slowly nuzzled up to his favorite pillow, his eyes started to feel like cement blocks, his arms crept over his head, and his brian dozed off dreaming about Bailey and what she is going through without the owner she has had for 4 years.

The next morning when he woke up to his first instinct being  to get Bailey back to him. After what had had happened to him the night before, he wasn’t feeling like himself. He was feeling very different without Bailey. So he drove to where he pet shelter was. The head director  lived in a building with many other dogs, doctors, and vets. There were German Shepherds, Corgis, Huskies, Pugs, you name it. So Peter lightly knocked on the door. “KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK !” After the blink of an eye the man cracked the door open just the tiniest bit.

“Yes.” the man said.

“Hi, I’m Peter. I had sold my Husky to you, and I would like her back… please.” Peter said in a shy, but nice voice.

“One second just let me open the door.”

“CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK.” Peter thought to himself that this door could probably set a Guinness World Record for the door with the most locks. His thoughts quickly faded away as the man walked out.

“Sure, you can have your dog back. Just let me get your money for the dog.” Peter was so relieved that this man was extremely nice. When Bailey came out she jumped up to Peter almost knocking him off his feet . Right after Peter picked Bailey up, they drove right back to his work. As soon as he got there he ran in telling his boss everything that had happened. After his boss heard about everything with Bailey he immediately gave Peter back his job. He did this because Peter’s boss had a dog of his own, and he said he couldn’t imagine what Peter was going through. I mean you know what they say, a dog is a man’s best friend.  

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