Dog Catchers: Poem Analysis
Dog-Catchers
Thunder cracks outside, and I can hear my dog whimper. I laugh silently. ¨He´s 120 pounds, but yet he's still scared of thunder,¨ I whisper to myself as I turn to see the T.V. I look at the time; 7:25. I groan. What´s taking so long for dinner to be done? Why even did Mom decide to make dinner outside during a thunderstorm? It´s pouring! I get that she´s under the porch, but it doesn´t seem very wise. ¨Mom!¨ I cried out, glancing behind the couch. My mom pokes her head in. ¨Yes?¨ ¨Is dinner almost ready? I'm STARVING!!¨ ¨Almost,¨ she replies from outside, flipping the steaks, the wind outside howling. ¨They´ll be done in a minute. Why don’t you make yourself useful and take the fries out of the deep fryer?¨ ¨Fine,¨ I grumble, …show more content…
I could see the relief and anger in her eyes. He pants and wags his tail at the sight of me. Sighing with relief,I race to him and hug him. He gives me a huge kiss. “I'm so glad you’re alright,” I said, I clip the blue leash onto his collar and hold onto him for dear life. Mom, Joey and I walk up the street, the rain beating our bodies and the wind chilling us to the bone. “You better not do that again,” I say, playfully hitting his nose, “because you’ll be in more trouble. Papa will be home.” After an hour of drying the dog of, drying ourselves off, and changing our clothes, Mom and I sit down at the dinner table, eating our semi-cold steak and fries. Mom smiles at me, and I smile back. “Julia,” my mom asks, grabbing a fry. “Let’s not tell this to Papa, okay?” I laugh. “Okay.” And I haven’t told anyone about this… until now. Oops. I think there’s supposed to be a moral of the story, because every story has a moral. Umm… well, I guess I’ll say that the moral of this story is to NEVER, and I mean NEVER, leave the door open, or even open the door, without knowing where your dog is. Because, let’s be real, you don’t want to chase your dog a half-mile down the street during a
Thunder cracks outside, and I can hear my dog whimper. I laugh silently. ¨He´s 120 pounds, but yet he's still scared of thunder,¨ I whisper to myself as I turn to see the T.V. I look at the time; 7:25. I groan. What´s taking so long for dinner to be done? Why even did Mom decide to make dinner outside during a thunderstorm? It´s pouring! I get that she´s under the porch, but it doesn´t seem very wise. ¨Mom!¨ I cried out, glancing behind the couch. My mom pokes her head in. ¨Yes?¨ ¨Is dinner almost ready? I'm STARVING!!¨ ¨Almost,¨ she replies from outside, flipping the steaks, the wind outside howling. ¨They´ll be done in a minute. Why don’t you make yourself useful and take the fries out of the deep fryer?¨ ¨Fine,¨ I grumble, …show more content…
I could see the relief and anger in her eyes. He pants and wags his tail at the sight of me. Sighing with relief,I race to him and hug him. He gives me a huge kiss. “I'm so glad you’re alright,” I said, I clip the blue leash onto his collar and hold onto him for dear life. Mom, Joey and I walk up the street, the rain beating our bodies and the wind chilling us to the bone. “You better not do that again,” I say, playfully hitting his nose, “because you’ll be in more trouble. Papa will be home.” After an hour of drying the dog of, drying ourselves off, and changing our clothes, Mom and I sit down at the dinner table, eating our semi-cold steak and fries. Mom smiles at me, and I smile back. “Julia,” my mom asks, grabbing a fry. “Let’s not tell this to Papa, okay?” I laugh. “Okay.” And I haven’t told anyone about this… until now. Oops. I think there’s supposed to be a moral of the story, because every story has a moral. Umm… well, I guess I’ll say that the moral of this story is to NEVER, and I mean NEVER, leave the door open, or even open the door, without knowing where your dog is. Because, let’s be real, you don’t want to chase your dog a half-mile down the street during a