Josslyn
Who Stole My Bone?
I am NOT a morning dog! I keep my bones everywhere. I even keep some right under my bed so as soon as I wake up in the morning I can chew on a bone or two. But this morning has already gotten off to a bad start. “My bones are missing!” Right when I noticed, I went down a couple of doors over to the Garcia’s. The older man in that house was a police officer. He had his own police dog too, her name is Fluffy. I told Fluffy about the robbery. He came back to the house with me and investigated the area. There was no broken glass or any footprints. There was no evidence for Fluffy to work with. He told me there wasn’t anything to work with and that he needed to head back inside.
I told Fluffy the next day that I had suspected Shaggy. Shaggy is the Johnsons’ dog. He is always in everybody’s business and that lately he hasn’t been talking to me. He normally will have barking wars with me through the fence. He will shout my name hollering “SPOT!” That night I just lay in my dog house thinking of where else I would have put the rest of my bones. “THAT’S IT!” I blurted out so loud that I think the neighbors could have heard me. I had buried some under my house and hid some under Marcy’s bed right next to her old box of toys and clothes she stuffed under there when she “cleaned her room”. Marcy’s my owner. I go inside every once in a while and get petted by Marcy. She will take me in her room and lay with me on her bed and sometimes when her best friend, Jack, comes over, they will both play with me. When she was downstairs I snuck some bones under her bed so I could eat and get petted. I hid the ones under my house because I needed to lay off some of the bones, but I can’t live without three bones a day. One in the morning right when I wake up, sometimes two, one after my lunch, and my last one at night before bed.
I crawled out of my house and used all my might to push it over some, but I only got it half way to where I needed it to be so I could get my bones. I hoped that Fluffy was awake still, but I went next door to get her for some help. I told her how I thought and thought and finally remembered where I placed my bones. He easily shoved the house over and helped me dig up the rest of my bones. We found my bones and I thanked Fluffy for all her help. I told her to remind me about the ones in Marcy’s room too. After Fluffy went back home, I went inside my house and had a bone and ever since I lost my bones, I have dug a hole in my house. The hole in my house is bowl shaped, so now I always put my bones in there.
I am NOT a morning dog! I keep my bones everywhere. I even keep some right under my bed so as soon as I wake up in the morning I can chew on a bone or two. But this morning has already gotten off to a bad start. “My bones are missing!” Right when I noticed, I went down a couple of doors over to the Garcia’s. The older man in that house was a police officer. He had his own police dog too, her name is Fluffy. I told Fluffy about the robbery. He came back to the house with me and investigated the area. There was no broken glass or any footprints. There was no evidence for Fluffy to work with. He told me there wasn’t anything to work with and that he needed to head back inside.
I told Fluffy the next day that I had suspected Shaggy. Shaggy is the Johnsons’ dog. He is always in everybody’s business and that lately he hasn’t been talking to me. He normally will have barking wars with me through the fence. He will shout my name hollering “SPOT!” That night I just lay in my dog house thinking of where else I would have put the rest of my bones. “THAT’S IT!” I blurted out so loud that I think the neighbors could have heard me. I had buried some under my house and hid some under Marcy’s bed right next to her old box of toys and clothes she stuffed under there when she “cleaned her room”. Marcy’s my owner. I go inside every once in a while and get petted by Marcy. She will take me in her room and lay with me on her bed and sometimes when her best friend, Jack, comes over, they will both play with me. When she was downstairs I snuck some bones under her bed so I could eat and get petted. I hid the ones under my house because I needed to lay off some of the bones, but I can’t live without three bones a day. One in the morning right when I wake up, sometimes two, one after my lunch, and my last one at night before bed.
I crawled out of my house and used all my might to push it over some, but I only got it half way to where I needed it to be so I could get my bones. I hoped that Fluffy was awake still, but I went next door to get her for some help. I told her how I thought and thought and finally remembered where I placed my bones. He easily shoved the house over and helped me dig up the rest of my bones. We found my bones and I thanked Fluffy for all her help. I told her to remind me about the ones in Marcy’s room too. After Fluffy went back home, I went inside my house and had a bone and ever since I lost my bones, I have dug a hole in my house. The hole in my house is bowl shaped, so now I always put my bones in there.