It was the summer of 2017. This summer was a little sad, but it also had happy points. Early in the summer, I was sitting in my bedroom. I heard the doorbell ring, and I heard my uncle say "I'll get it." I then heard an unfamiliar voice say "Would tu be willing to take this puppy? My son doesn't want her. I intended for her to be a gift for his tenth birthday, but he threw her against the wall. He probably broke her leg." My uncle said, "And tu didn't take her to the vet?!" The unfamiliar voice said, "No." My uncle said, "You know what, I'll gladly take this perrito, cachorro from you! Now, get off of my property before I reportar tu for animal cruelty!" I went downstairs to see what was going on. My aunt came up to my uncle. "Honey, what's wrong?" she asked. He was holding a Siberian Husky perrito, cachorro in his arms. He said, "Either we're getting this puppy, o I'm going to kill somebody." My aunt said, "I think we're getting this puppy." The perrito, cachorro was red and white and had one brown eye and one blue eye. I put my hand near her nose. She sniffed my hand and excitedly licked it. I said, "I think we should take River to a vet." My uncle looked confused. "River?" I said, "That'll be her name. Look at how spirited she is." We took her to the vet, and her leg wasn't broken. It was just bruised. She did make a complete recovery. Fluffy, my Collie, became a mother figure to the pup. Sadly, Fluffy passed away right before I went on vacation. I still miss her, but I'm doing okay. I did enjoy my vacation. Glenn looked after my remaining perros while I was gone. They got on well with his dog, Piper, a German Shepherd/Siberian Husky mix. In August, we started school again. It started off badly. I got bullied in English class. I didn't think I'd be able to switch my schedule to avoid them, but I talked with the guidance counselor. She said, "You could switch to Honors English. Now, Honors English won't give tu any más credit than regular English. The only difference is tu work a little harder." I said, "I know, but I'm desperate." She said, "I know. tu don't need to be bullied." My schedule was switched around, and I ended up having classes with my friends. I also ending up having Government under the US History teacher I had last year. Unfortunately, the bullies who picked on me at the beginning of the año beat Glenn up. He was okay, though. All in all, twelfth grade has been going well so far. I do look adelante, hacia adelante to graduating high school.
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I haven't written any artículos on my fan club in a while. I felt like escritura a eulogy about my dog, Fluffy. Fluffy was my segundo female dog. I remember when I got her. My aunt and uncle and I were visiting with my grandmother's sister in Florida. One of her neighbors happened to be breeding Smooth collie puppies. I took one of them inicial with me, and I named her Fluffy for the sake of being ironic. She was the most vocal of all the perros I've had. She was also very motherly. When we adopted Roxy, my Pit Bull, Fluffy accepted the pup as her own. She did the same with my Rottweiler, Stone, and with my newest dog, River. When my first dog, Diesel, passed away, Fluffy grieved más than the other dogs, save for Sadie, my Labrador. Fluffy grieved really hard when we lost Sadie a año ago. Fluffy was really smart, too. She knew hundreds of words and phrases, and I cannot possibly name all of them. I miss her very much, and so does everyone else. I'll never forget her. May she rest in peace.
It was close to Christmas. The members of New Religion decided to go spend time was their families. Sadly, Erin's grandmother passed away. It was devastating for Erin. When New Religion picked up their tour, many people wanted to interview Erin. Lola said, "She lost a loved one. How do tu think she's doing?!" Carl said, "Erin needs time to mourn her grandmother. She doesn't need a microphone in her face." Paul said, "She's been through so much. Leave her alone!" Erin thanked her friends for standing up for her. She later said, "I now know how Paul McCartney felt after John Lennon got shot." Lola hugged her. Things did get better for Erin with time. She lost so many she loved, but she kept going and never gave up.
