POW #3

You know life without a dog you had for 14 years of your life is hard. I miss my dog, wish I could of spent more time with him. This picture reminds me of all the good and bad times I had with him. My dog and I have gone through a lot, and thats all I can say. We have been through my mom leaving, moving to Missouri, and the move to Olathe.

Before my dad and I moved to Missouri, my mom and I took Ernie to the dog park a lot. It was so fun seeing him play with other dogs, playing in the lake, all of that and more. I remember one day the most. Bringing him home from the dog park, he was between my mom and I in the truck. I rolled the window down to far, he jumped out of the window. Good thing we were just pulling in the driveway.

Then when we moved to Missouri, and he lived with my dad and I for a couple of years before I took him over to my grandma's house. Before she had the back yard, I had to walked Ernie. Oh the one day he saw a dear was fun. NOT! He took off after a dear, and I thought he was going to go up to the highway, and get hit. Good thing for neighbors dogs because that was the only thing that stoped him. My grandma finally caught him, and a year after that she put the fence up for the back yard.

Then in July of 2009, him and I faced another changed in our lives, it was the move to Olathe! By this time he was getting really old. I knew it wasn't going to last much longer, and that's why I took as many pictures of him as I could. Then around August and September of 2010 is when I had to start thinking the worst possible thing, putting him to sleep. I knew it needed to happen because it was getting to where I was carrying him up and down the stairs, and he was having accidents.

These pictures of him remind me of how much he was there for me, how much trouble he was, but how he was a good dog. I miss him, but I know he is in a better place now.

POW #3

Ernie and I, the best of friends. Though I wish I spent more time with him. These pictures mean the most to me, because they are the last pictures I have with my dog. My dog is the one thing I remember the most about my life, since I had him for fourteen years. He was there for me all the time. He seemed to know when I was sad or mad. When I was sad, he always came over to me, and sat there until I was better, that's what I miss about him. Even when I was mad, he sat next to me, unless I was mad at him. These pictures remind me of all the good times, bad times, the sad times, and the hard times I had with him.

Like, when we lived in Overland Park, he always got out of the yard, caused trouble with the neighbor's dogs, and the one thing I remember the most was the times we took him to the dog park. It was fun, having a place where we could let him loose, and he could have fun with other dogs. One day we brought him home from the dog park, he was sitting between my mom and I. When we pulled into the driveway I started to roll the window down. The next thing I knew my mom screamed and he was out of the window, and up the road in a flash.

Then we moved to Missouri, for a couple of those years, he lived with my dad and I. Then I took him over to my grandma's house, where until I moved to Olathe last year, he stayed. When he was at my grandma's hoses, there were other dogs he had to share me with. I know I should of spent more time with him when he was there, but I didn't and it makes me sad thinking about it now. Though there was one moment I will never forget about him at my grandma's, and that was the day, he chased after a dear.

When we moved to Olathe, I got to sleep with my dog, which if I remember correctly I never got to do. So I always had him sleep with me, and got use to that. My dog was the best thing I had at this time in my life. Going from being an only child, and moving from the country to the city, its hard on a teen. The good thing about having a dog is, he seemed to know when I was sad or mad, and he would always cheer me up.

I miss him a lot, I cry at night when I reach over, and there is nothing there, but at least he is in a better place now. I know he is watching over me, and he will always be my favorite dog. No dog in the world could replace him. That's what these pictures remind me of.

POW #2

http://www.deadbrain.com/politics/article_2007_01_22_4514.php

In this artical the author is making fun of Obama's name, and the fact that he changed to Barry Manilow a famous singer.  The techniques the author used is Saracasm, because Obama was confused with a terriost, but now he is confused with an easy going, love song singer. He is trying to show that Obama is not a terriost, that he has no relationship to a terriost, and people should not think that.

POW #1

My name is Megan Renee. My first name is Welsh, and my middle name is French. Megan means perl, and Renee means reborn. My mom said that she was going to name me after my great grandma, but it didn't fit my last name. Then she said she would name me Renee but her oldest step sister's name was Renee. So she liked Megan Renee and she went with it.
I have many nicknames. Like Mini- Munchkin, Short stack, Munchkin, Meg, Meggy, and Shimp. I don't like my nicknames, but I also don't really care.