Is My New Puppy A Gift From Heaven Or Hell?

Is My New Puppy A Gift From Heaven Or Hell?

Why I have a love/hate relationship with my new puppy.

So my parents recently adopted a Siberian Husky puppy, and gave it to my little sister for her birthday. Her name is Ella, and she is probably the cutest puppy you will ever lay on your eyes on in your entire life. However, I am 150 percent convinced that she is possessed or some kind of evil spawn of Satan.

She's not a mean puppy and I really don't think she would hurt a fly, however the sounds that come out of that little puppy's mouth are terrifying. A few of my friends have come over to meet her and they were extremely concerned by her howling. My poor neighbors probably think we abuse our brand new puppy because that is what it sounds like most of the time. My family is crate training her so that she doesn't pee all over our house, but as soon as we put her in the crate she starts screeching and howling like no tomorrow. It'll be two in the morning and all I can hear from upstairs in my room is her. The screeching has woken me up a few times and I honestly wake up thinking "oh my god there is a demon coming to take me to hell". I didn't know it was possible for such a small animal to make such loud sounds. My other dog, Bentley, is fully grown and he doesn't even bark as loudly as her. Her high pitched screeches make it sound like there is an exorcism being performed in my house 24/7. If someone recorded the sounds that she made they could probably use them in a horror movie of some kind, they are honestly so horrifying.

So you could see why I am starting to resent this adorable puppy, and resenting her makes me hate myself because how could I hate an innocent puppy that was only brought into this world about two months ago? However, I can't take the screeching and the demon sounds much longer. I actually believe that she is going to drive me to insanity if the sounds continue. Like honestly I don't know if I'll make it back to school because I might rip my own ears off just so I don't have to hear her barking. I know that sounds so dramatic but if you could hear Ella you would understand. I am extremely grateful that my parents brought her home because she really is so cute, but if the sounds don't stop soon I really don't know what I will do.I have googled "how to stop a puppy from making demonic sounds" and nothing helpful has come up. I cannot hate a two month old puppy because that makes me seem like I have no heart or soul. Someone please tell me how to put an end to the demonic sounds coming out of this cute puppy's mouth because I really really really want to be totally in love with her.

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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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The Old Oak Tree

A short poem about returning to one's childhood home.


Looming over the burned-out house is an oak tree,

Hundreds of years old at least.

The smell of smoke is gone, but skeleton of the house remains,

A mere speck when compared to the tree.

Whose branches reach out to me like hands,

Begging for me to come closer.

I do.

I sit under the tree like I did when I was young.

The ground is damp from the rain,

I feel the sogginess soaking through my jeans.

I remain.

It is cooler under the branches,

A limitless amount of leaves shades me from the daylight.

I stay there. All day.

Staring at the charred remains of my childhood home.

I stay there until fog begins to form in the crisp night air,

Cold and sharp against my cheeks.

No longer able to withstand the cold, I take my leave looking back once more.

It's nice to know that even when I'm gone,

The old oak tree remains.

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