A few uploads

After about one and a half hours of…you know…we were finally whopped. We laid next to each other, side by side.
    “Lucky,” I said.
    “Yeah?” he asked.
    “That…was…awesome,” I told him.
    “You weren’t so bad yourself,” he said to me.
    Suddenly, something struck me that should’ve struck me earlier.
    “Lucky…” I started to say.
    “Yeah?” he asked.
    “Were we…you know…“protected” when...

I had no idea where my life was heading. All that I knew was that I was invited to one of Lucky’s parties, Lucky drove me home and to the party, and I wasn’t going to let him go. We were flooring it all through the trip to the greatest time of our lives. I could feel the wind blow through my hair, and my life take a turn towards the rebel’s look on the other side of things. Just a few minutes ago, I was all worried about my and other people’s safety, and then, I turn into this speed demon that only wanted to ride the streets in the triple digits and try to run over as many people as...

I just stared at the doctor with doubt. It couldn’t be true! It just couldn’t! Not yet!
    “Cookie?” Lucky asked. “Are you okay?”
    Tears brimmed around my eyes. One escaped. Then another. Then another. Next thing I know, I’m gripping Lucky with all of my might, leaving tears on his shirt, crying like I’ve never cried before. I just let everything go. The teasing at school, this, the future to come, all of it. I couldn’t contain the stress anymore. I just couldn’t. When I was finally slowing the flow of the tears, I hugged my father....

It was a mellow Monday; temperature was fine, Gina was still in bed, and it was three minutes ‘til 7:00, the time Gina woke up for school. Apparently, I awoke early this morning, very odd since me and Gina usually wake up at the same time. Of course, that’s understandable, though, ‘cause she’s my perfect human. I love Gina; she’s everything I could ask for in a human. She’s kind, punctual, and never makes a promise she can’t keep. She loves to play with me as much as I enjoy playing with her, and ever since she adopted me, we’ve bonded a lot. It’s been one year since she adopted...

(as lucky and cookie took a boat ride)
jane:ok others comence operachen kiss the girl.3..2..1 porcachen,strings,winds,words
there you see her siting there acrosse the way she don't got a lot to say but theres somthing about her and you don't know why but your dying to try you wanna kiss the girl(lucky:did you hear something cookie)yes you want her look at her ya know ya do possable she wants you too theres 1 way to ask her it don't take a word not a single word go on and kiss the girl.(cuting the shall la la la la la part)my oh my look like the boy too shy an't ganna kiss the girl.an't that sad...

On my “day two” of being a Pound Puppy, Strudel taught me a lot: She taught me how to predict the distance a zoomit would go based on numerous factors, she taught me how to do basic addition (I was horrible in math), and tons of other things. But most importantly, she taught me that dogs could only see three colors: white, grey, and black. No exceptions were mentioned. Thus, I have never really learned, or been able to learn, colors outside of the grayscale spectrum.

This color… I don’t really know how to describe it. The fact that I could see it was somewhat horrifying. In accordance,...