Pojoe Narrative
Pojoe
Before this happened to me I thought dogs didn’t really have feelings or understood what was going on.
After this happened to me I learned dogs are very similar to people and can get sad too.
This is important because a lot of people don’t understand that dogs are very fragile inside just like people are.
My mom and my dad got me a pit bull whenever we moved into our new house across from my friend, Emmett. His name was something like pecan or peaches, but since I was so mad I had to get a big dog instead of a puppy, I didn’t even care about his name so I called him Pojoe. After that day the name just stuck to him and even my whole family called him Pojoe. I and he started to build a special bond that no one could take away from us. …show more content…
Maybe he’s just as stressed as me and my mom are about the change. He did have a close relationship with my dad. “Come on Pojoe,” I said while I untied him from the post. “Wake up,” my mom shouted. “Pojoe pooped in the house again.” “Again?” “Yes, and I’m fed up.” She told me with a stern voice. Later that day I got home from school and was greeted by some more poop to clean up.
“I’m tired of cleaning this up Pojoe.” I told him while I walked to get paper towels and cleaning spray. Not long after that my mom came home with bad news.
“Marquis?” She called from the front door.
“Yes?” I shouted back.
“Come here, I have some good and bad news,” she said after the closed the door.
“Bad first.” I told her with a shaky voice.
“We have to get rid of Pojoe.” She told me waiting for my reaction. An awkward silence filled the room, including Pojoe.
“What’s the good news?” I asked her as tears rolled down my cheek.
“I’ve found him a good home, with a big yard and a nice family,” she said and wiped my tears. The next day we took him to his new home. It was hard to see him leave, but I hoped he would like it there. After that day I always wondered if he would miss me. I gave up on our bond. I still think about him, and I hope he thinks about me sometimes
Before this happened to me I thought dogs didn’t really have feelings or understood what was going on.
After this happened to me I learned dogs are very similar to people and can get sad too.
This is important because a lot of people don’t understand that dogs are very fragile inside just like people are.
My mom and my dad got me a pit bull whenever we moved into our new house across from my friend, Emmett. His name was something like pecan or peaches, but since I was so mad I had to get a big dog instead of a puppy, I didn’t even care about his name so I called him Pojoe. After that day the name just stuck to him and even my whole family called him Pojoe. I and he started to build a special bond that no one could take away from us. …show more content…
Maybe he’s just as stressed as me and my mom are about the change. He did have a close relationship with my dad. “Come on Pojoe,” I said while I untied him from the post. “Wake up,” my mom shouted. “Pojoe pooped in the house again.” “Again?” “Yes, and I’m fed up.” She told me with a stern voice. Later that day I got home from school and was greeted by some more poop to clean up.
“I’m tired of cleaning this up Pojoe.” I told him while I walked to get paper towels and cleaning spray. Not long after that my mom came home with bad news.
“Marquis?” She called from the front door.
“Yes?” I shouted back.
“Come here, I have some good and bad news,” she said after the closed the door.
“Bad first.” I told her with a shaky voice.
“We have to get rid of Pojoe.” She told me waiting for my reaction. An awkward silence filled the room, including Pojoe.
“What’s the good news?” I asked her as tears rolled down my cheek.
“I’ve found him a good home, with a big yard and a nice family,” she said and wiped my tears. The next day we took him to his new home. It was hard to see him leave, but I hoped he would like it there. After that day I always wondered if he would miss me. I gave up on our bond. I still think about him, and I hope he thinks about me sometimes