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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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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Home Invader Suspected of Cleaning Up

In May 2019, a Massachusetts man is shocked to discover someone had broken into his house. But instead of stealing anything, they tidied up for him.


Imagine coming home after a longs days work to discover your door unlocked. This alone doesn't cause for immediate panic because often it's hard to remember if you even locked it that morning. As you warily enter the house, you are relieved to see your TV is still on the wall, and the computer is still sitting on your desk. When you take another step in, however, you start to feel this uneasy feeling, like someone had been in your house while you were gone.

You notice a smell of cleaning products in the air that you don't remember being there that morning, and to your shock, you see the bedroom door you always leave open, closed. Now is the time to panic. You search the house, calling out for the perpetrator to show themselves. Your children's rooms are immaculate: vacuumed, with clothes folded and beds made, and toilets scrubbed.

Someone has definitely been in your home for hours, pillaging through your intimate belongings, only they hadn't taken anything. The only thing they leave behind is eerie toilet paper origami roses, a staple of the US prison system.

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Although this sounds like a funny sketch from a comedy show, this actually happened to Massachusetts man Nate Roman this May. Roman says in an interview with New York Post: "Growing up in the age we do, my first thought was a serial killer. My next thought was wondering if my son was safe, worrying if someone was still in the house."

Despite the ridiculousness of the crime, it is still a crime. The act of intruding upon someones home not to steal, but to acquaint oneself with the environment is almost creepier than a robbery. Just the thought of someone possibly getting off by touching your objects and lounging in your furniture is extremely off-putting.

The motive of this cleaning criminal is still unknown and he or she is at large. It's speculated it may have been a mistaken house tidied by a cleaning crew--but that seems less likely than a creep having a go in a home with an unlocked door.

Don't forget to lock your doors at night and when you leave in the morning and watch out for toilet paper roses.

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