WHAT HAPPENS TO THE PUPPY?

After sleeping for hours, the little dog awoke. Blinking, he sat up on dark velvet cushion and forced himself to use his two front legs. They were stronger than he expected. He tried the back pair. Stronger. Excited, he yelped and began to jump up and down on the bed. Forgetting himself he began to wag his tail happily. All at once his joy ended. The noise came, loud as before, penetrating his ears and shaking his body. He cried out and was, once again, dazed..........

This was sent in by Yourbiggestfan. Isn't it wonderful? I'm so intrigued, Yourbiggestfan! What happens next? You're great at this! Thank you so much for writing!

REMEMBER everyone, YOU can still write! You see what a great job Yourbiggestfan did, now it's your turn! I want to know how many great imaginations we have out there! And it doesn't have to be great! Just clean. Give me a story ending, and I'll put it on here. (oh yeah, try to stay clear of plagiarism, I haven't read all of the doggie books out there and stuff, so it'll be hard for me to know if the thought is original. If it's not, and I give you the credit, then you'll have your conscience to deal with and I won't. There, there's my disclaimer. Now have fun!

Part 4...sort of

I'm very, very, very (a.k.a. extremely) sorry that I've not been able to get to my blog for a while. I am so brain dead right now, though, that I'm not sure that I can write the rest of the story. I know!

Here's a chance for you to be creative!

Why don't you write the end of the story for me?! Then I'll put it on here for everyone to read and everyone can say:

"My, look at that! That Sarah is such a wonderful writer! This is stupendous compared to that other junk that she's had on here recently. Wait! This says that (your name here) wrote this! Well that makes sense! (Your name here) is such a wonderful writer with such a vast imagination! They can take an idea and run with it! Not like Sarah. She should do this more often!"

And then YOU'RE the star! Wouldn't that be great?! Just think of it as a really easy writing contest. And I'll publish everyone's ending (only I must warn you that they will be edited if not clean). I guess you could send it to me via the comment link. Then, for all of those people who don't read the comments, I'll stick it in something that they will read. And if you'd like, I'll color-code them, so that you can easily pick out yours and admire your work. If you don't want that then just tell me. START WRITING!

Part 3 - well, in a minute

Okay, I'll go on with the story in a minute, but I just wanted to encourage everyone to watch the Safety Dance video. Did you know that I can't find where to buy the song anywhere? You can get a version to sing with, but not with Men Without Hats singing it. I'm going to look again, though. Maybe I can find something. Oh yeah, I just remebered what I was going to write. I finally got my writing project for the Holocaust Museum written! Just the rough draft, and I have 49 too many words.

Okay, Part Three

The little dog dimly saw the child running toward him, but did not have the strength to lift his head to get a better view. Slowly his world went dark and he drifted into blissful sleep. When he awoke he was lying on a soft cusion next to a warm fire. Blinking, he looked around in confusion and saw the child.
"Are you waking up now, little dog?" The voice was soft and gentle. The little body relaxed a little and he leaned his head back into to cusion. "Are you hungry?" Setting a dish of steaming food next to his head, the child sat back and watched quietly. Feeling as if he were in a dream, the little dog sniffed at the little plate and began to eat. When he had finished he felt much better, but still very weak, and felt very sleepy with his full little tummy. "Just sleep little dog. Get lots of rest and you'll be good as new."

Okay, I've got to go, but I'm open for suggestions on how this story should go. Vauge ideas are swimming around in my head, but if I like your ideas then I might put them in. Of course, I could love them and forget to put them in, or I could just turn control freak on you like I do with most of my stories and take complete control and ignore most of the suggestions I recieve. But as of now I have no intention of doing so, so please give suggestion.

Updates

Okay, we'll get back to the poor little dog in a little while. Right now I just want to tell everyone that there have been some changes made which have moved all of that cool stuff that used to be at the side (over there --->) way down to the bottom

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so I strongly urge you to scroll for a while so that you can find out about me and stuff, plus, (this is the added bonus that made every thing go down) I'VE GOT THE SAFETY DANCE VIDEO ON HERE!!! Everybody cheer! Now if only I could figure out a way to get it on to my ipod...

Part 2

Once, when Leonardo da Vinci was only a little child, there was a small dog, smaller than a cat. His hair was white for the most part, spotted here and there with large black dots and a head of the same color, excepting a dark brown muzzle. He was a lonely little mutt, unloved, uncared for, the perfect picture of a forlorn animal. He lived on the capricious generosity of passersby, and his little ribs showed plainly through his fur, stained brown with the dust and filth of streets. He wandered all over the earth, following whoever gave him a kind look until he could walk no further, then stopping to rest, eating what he could find, and continuing in his meaningless, endless journey. After three years of this miserable existence, the poor dog stumbled by a home, delirious with hunger and exhaustion. Crawling weakly up on the front step, he collapsed with a pitiful whimper. A kind-hearted little boy of only five years heard his pitiful cry and ran to his aid...