Dog

Caitlin Rowland

Plan:

Arriving at the beach, jumping out of the car

Sand in my toes water in my ears, my claws dug into the ground

Swaying water as far as my eye could see

As I spray water from my feet

Jumping around trying to stand on the fish

Chasing everything in my way

“Hu” I smelt something weird. Pearing out the window I see loads of, this thing that look like it was swallowing people up then spitting them out. I wonder what would happen to me if I went in there? “Well only one way to find out”, I asked myself as I leaped out and landed on the warm, soft surface surrounding me. It looked like lots of little bits of salt, so I licked it. “ Hum this doesn’t task like salt, but if it’s not salt what is it.” At this point I started barking at the salt like thing, and when I say barking I meant A LOT of barking. Wait a second, I looked at my feet. They were completely covered in it.

After a while of trying to get the salt thing* out from in my toes, I went into the swaying thing* right in front of me. Now this thing didn’t stay still at all and it went so far I couldn’t see the end of it. It looked like it went on for miles and miles. So what else to do, than go in.

By the time I started to like the swaying thing was when my best friend Sally came in. She was like a sister to me, I mean we have lived in the same house for all our lives. But I knew deep down that we were very different, she was a big tall thing that stood on two feet and I was much smaller thing that was covered in fur and walked on four feet.

The swaying thing tried to sweep me out and onto the salt stuff, but I cept coming in. By now I could stay in there for a long long time. I dug my claws really deep into the salt stuff and then this weird, bright, yellow, flat thingy-mic-bob flew through the air and it was heading straight for me. I jumped, the opened my mouth as wide as a bear, and caught it right in between my teeth.

“Ah” I barked, because the only thing I could now see was legs, lots and lots of legs. Next thing I knew My feet weren't touching the ground any more. I felt cold hand on my stomach and a hand pulling the flat thing out of my mouth. ‘Was I not supposed to have it?’ Just as they slipped it out of my mouth slobber dripping off on end I thought ‘ maybe it was a pancake. They have them all the time and they looks just like that.’ I clutched my teeth back onto the pancake*. Then I realized another thing. The swaying thing is slobber*. “Yuck!” I hailed. I jumped out of there arms and onto the salt like thing. I shook my fur until I thought I was no longer covered in slobber.

Jumping into the car I felt a lot of things. Smart, wet, dirty and happy; happy to be back home.

Salt thing - sand. I (the dog) didn’t know what sand was so I thought it was salt but after licking it realised it wasn’t.

Swaying thing - water I (the dog) didn’t know what water was so called it the swaying thing/slobber.

Pancake - Frisbee I (the dog) didn’t know what a frisbee was so called it a pancake because it looked just like one and my family had them all the time at my house.