The Significant Last Dog of Development
Casey's Story with a Twist
Read Casey's true story…
Birth
My parents were called Bob and Fluffy (Maltese dog, too) I was born on September the 25th 2004. I am a Maltese dog, 4 years of age now, brown eyes, small and white. My owners are Kat, Mary and Roy and Jessica. Kat and Jessica are sisters and Roy and Mary are their parents. This is my story but Kat and Jessica are going to help me to tell it to you…
Jessica here…
We gotta tell you that Bob and Fluffy's pregnancy's was at summer, near Christmas, with a litter of pups. They were born at my aunt's house, at night and first Aunt Juliana slipped all the puppies in the house, to feed them milk and to keep them warm. Bob and Fluffy were barking their lungs out. Kat, Mum and I went over to their house to look at the puppies. Kat was about six years old and I was about eight and a half. Since, Kat and small and a bit dumbfounded (I guess) she wanted to call a new born puppy, 'Poodle'. Mum obviously thought, what rubbish! The new born puppy wasn't Casey. It wasn't because three days later, it didn't survive and me and Kat were crying buckets full.
The time we got Casey was the year after. I was nine and Kat was still six and a half. Kat and I were begging mum to get us a puppy dog from Aunt Juliana's house. So she gave us Casey. Casey's health isn't so good, you see, when she was a puppy, Grandma's hands were like bricks. She accidently squashed Casey's backbone so Casey had to go to the vets to get her checked up. Since then, everything had been merry…until the day we'd lost her.
Gone
Kat here…
Well, Casey and I ALWAYS use to play kick the ball at our back yard. It was so fun-UNTIL THIS HAPPENED!
Grandma always been around our house when I was ten and Jess was twelve. She came to do cleaning. But trust me; her cleaning always got it into trouble. We adopted our cat, Balina then so the only thing on her mind was Balina-not Casey; but since she is old, her brain might go fuzzy because when I was at tutoring with Jessica, she was cleaning the house and she FORGOT TO CLOSE THE GATE!!! So, there went Casey, gone out. Balina was fine; since she's a CAT! They know homes, and some dogs do but NOT Casey! We haven't taken her out for a LONG, LONG, LONG time! Jess, mum, dad and I looked for her in the parks, shopping centers-EVERYWHERE! She wasn't there until I hears barking coming from 3 houses to the left of us. It was Casey's bark, all right. So, the next morning I stuck a big: MISSING DOG sign on their pole near their house. It was in big red letters and whoever finds Casey, gets 10 bucks, but Jessica accidently typed 100 bucks in it, but if anyone finds Casey, I'll just say if a spelling mistake was. And, Jess said, "And if that house that I know that has Casey in it, comes to us and brings Casey back, I'm totally not giving em a hundred bucks or ten; I'm gonna give em a dollar," I'm not sure if that was a joke or not. Right now, our garden is cleaner without Casey, to be honest; she just pees and poops everywhere! Mum says if we never, ever find Casey, she'll let me go buy another cat cos' they're much cleaner and everything. Just as long as if we get Casey back, maybe, just maybe we'll let the dognapper take care of Casey. For a refund, I guess.
Cheerios! Have a Wonderful Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!! C u next year!
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