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A day in the life of a dog

Most of my friends say that they hear human beings repeat the same phrase, “every dog

has its day, to me, I feel every day is a dog’s day” and they need to make our days better. Since I

came to this family, the oldest dog I have ever seen is my neighbor’s dog called Osama, He was

pretty sluggish, but the people loved him, they would do with him in the afternoon and give her

with dog biscuits and other nutrients. Unfortunately, Charlie passed away, and I was moved

when the children held Osama’s day under their tree. After all said, my typical day starts at

9.00pm, when my master, Charles, comes to open my kernel for a cold night. Charles is warm

and loving but his father Mr. Joe is extremely rude to me, my friends and any other canine that

comes to his compound.

Charles always keeps his time; he comes to open the door for me at exactly 9.30 every

day and stays with me as I take my super. We talk in low hushed voices. He motivates me telling

me that he doesn’t like the way Mr. Joe is treating me and would like to give me better food

when he finally get employed. Then other day, he came late and apologized, Charles also realizes

that it is rude to shout at me. I wonder wither him can hear me, but I feel we communicate as he

does what I say and I follow his commands. After my super Charles allows me into then family

room, we share a lot in common. He likes traditional cuisine, and sports. He likes swimming and

hiking, just the things that make me happy. He keeps on stroking my mane my hair while we

talk, at times he allows me to sit on his lap especially when we are out.
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The father would always come to my kernel door and shout at me, talking obscenities to

me. He yells at me after having quarrels with his family. I always prefer quite moment especially

in the morning as I take my morning nap. Mrs. Joe is very kind, but kind heart never won a fair

lady, I prefer those who give me food, care about how I survive. Dogs prefer better food, my

neighbor’s dog always barked to get the attention of their master when the master failed to give

him proper food. The neighbor had to take her to the hospital for vaccination but was euthanized.

How do human being think about us, they use as lab animal for research. I agree we share some

characteristics, but taking your guardsman to hospital for euthanasia even when he is nagging is

not appropriate, decent death is every dog’s right.

My master’s father is also a man who needs constant medical checkup. I hear, higher

animals call it, psychoanalysis, he suffers from animal phobia, he hates me with venom, I don’t

remember having annoyed him, or barked at him when he comes home late. We always pass

each other like sworn enemies without any word, no glancing at each other or exchanging a

word. I also tend to hate him, he never give me anything even for guarding his home. For

example, there was a burglary in his stores and I alerted him, he only came out and asked barked

at name to keep quite. He never went around checking, to him, I Was making noise, but to me, I

was doing my duty. When I was hit with a stone, he never came out to see what was going on, he

only opened the window and shouted then went back to sleep. The following day, he blamed me

for allowing thieves to steal his motorbike.

Charles is exceptionally a skilful master. Oh! How I wish Charles was my master. I

would have served him like it as my last day on earth, I would welcome the dogs in the

neighborhood to help me keep guard in the compound, but what does Mr. Joe gives me for my

hard work, sneer, and insults. Finally, Mr. Joe’s family is one happy family; they have a loving

family house, a comfortable dog’s kernel courtesy of Charles and above all, a good diet.
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However, I don’t care about the diet, I prefer dog's biscuit and not just same cocktail of recipes

that Mr. Joe brings me on a Saturdays, he makes hate Saturdays because Charles goes for his

piano lessons on Saturday leaving me at the mercy of his father.

Finally, Mr. Joe also happens to have a mistress, oh, poor lady. How can you fall in love

with such an animal? He is cruel, I wonder how they chat and agree or modus Vivendi, Mr. Joe

is a batterer he keeps on beating Mrs. Joe, overly subtle ideas which civilized beings should sort

amicably. I think he mistreats his wife because he has a naïve blond lady for a mistress. He had

forgotten how hard life was for them four years ago when Charles adopted me. He was

extremely rude to me from the beginning. He was jobless and Mrs. Joe supported the whole

family, how dare he mistreat her. One day, on a sunny day, I will give him a taste of my temper.