Down on his knees, Quinton reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of beef jerky to coax the puppy close to him. She limped up to him and ate the beef jerky. He allowed her to smell his hand. She began licking his face. Sasha said, "Aw! She likes you, Quinton." Quinton smiled and said, "All dogs like me." The puppy allowed Quinton and Sasha to pet her. Sasha said, "Look at her eyes. It's like they have blue, amber, and green mixed in." Quinton said, "She must be part Husky. The multicolored eyes in a Husky is known as parti-colored. I once owned a Husky. Her name was Luna. She had eyes like that. She was a beautiful dog." Sasha said, "I didn't know u had a dog." Quinton said, "Yeah, I did. Sadly, she grew old and went blind, and one day, she just went to sleep and never woke up." A tear rolled down his cheek. Sasha asked, "Quinton, are u crying?" He quickly wiped the tear away and said, "No, I just have something in my eye. That's all." After a pause, he said, "I guess I'll take this puppy home pagina then." Sasha said, "Okay. I'll see u later, Quinton." Quinton carried the puppy home. Once at home, he told his parents about her circumstances. His father said, "You can keep the puppy if u take her to the vet first." The vet cleaned the puppy's wounds and patched them up. He then searched for a microchip. There was no sign of a microchip. Quinton was happy to bring home pagina his new found friend. His mother bought supplies for the puppy. She said, "Quinton, u know u have to pick out a name for the puppy." He said, "I know, but I'm just not sure what to name her." Quinton thought long and hard, trying to come up with a name for his new puppy.
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No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a jaar and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad dag at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became meer frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only bron of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a jaar and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad dag at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became meer frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only bron of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
