Someone To Look Up To by Jean Gill

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Description

This is the charming (and remarkably insightful) tale of a dog's life as told by the dog.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire) British (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
it is a truth universally acknowledged that an eight week old puppy in possession of an excellent pedigree must be in want of a master. There were seven of us. The girl's snow and Stella could be rial ******* here at eight weeks. As soon as you found a really chewy piece of straw, one of the girls will be flocking you with a poor and whining. I want that aunt, of course, if you are sleepy and couldn't be bothered to give her the snap and knows clumps she deserved. But actually let her have the bone of contention. Guess what to restore abandoned within two seconds in favour of someone else's shiny pebble, as long as someone else was still interested in it. No, If I saw one of the others with something particularly interesting, hide. At least enjoy it for a while, preferably with him watching after I'd stolen it. But that was girls for you, or at least some of them. So it was no surprise that Snow had been jumping on straw piles from the age of six weeks, announcing to the world that she was staying. She'd heard the human discussing which one with another human, and it was her, no matter how many times Mother cuffed her and told her not to think she was top soon to guy show queen. Not for a few years. Yet she sparkled her little teeth and shook her little years for anyone who could be watching. Stratos and I worked on our drools on quarter a few times, which made us feel a bit better. And even though Mother declared that champion qualities of a long way to develop beyond eight weeks and with a glare of snow, good character is very important. Stella was irritated enough to compromise her own champion qualities with a slice snap at Snow's neck. After a while, we stopped reacting. Every time Snow started, I reminded Stratos that we wanted adventures, and everyone knows that adventures are elsewhere. Little did I know. And then just when we grow numb, you into snow, chanting all the time, Stella told us she was going to fly. Not that we were stupid enough to believe her, of course, but we rolled her in a puddle just for having the cheek to try it on. We had seen flying the chickens did it sometimes but not very well. Even though they were two enclosures away from us, we could see them through the wire fence squawking, clucking on DH flapping. Then the other buzzards, hawks and eagles. If you were lying on your back after being rolled, you might hear a screech or a whistle. I'm there. Hi, high in the sky, glided a speck. Not really what we called flying or rather, what Septimus called flying that required frenzied activity. My eldest brother had a really thing about flying. According to him, Andrzej was perfect. He liked the hot run and power launch he demonstrated for us, sometimes flying Oppa's highs. The upgrade, huh? A run on a tease, a long branch followed by a low sweeping flight among the trees in the orchard. Or, in this case, one bounce along an apple great, followed by a hard landing on concrete. But he still thought he could do it one day if he got the technique right, and he spent hours by the fence on the left of our run the orchard side. So when Stella said she was going to fly, we all thought she was making it up. Despite Septimus, even though no one could work out why we were just sorting her out in a mass pile up. When Munna arrived, some depth snaps a porter left a port on the right on the puppy, power rearranged itself into suitably cowed individuals. Of course, Stella said straight off that we were picking on her when all she'd done was tell us that she was going to fly. We waited for mother to tell her she was too old for making up storeys. Well, she said it wass, and on they didn't believe me. Still, that wind. At least I will say this for Snow. She wasn't a whiner on where he met up with her. Later on, she tried to put in a good word, but that's jumping too far ahead. Mother Bird, her teeth does all just a little reminder how far we could go with her. I'd estimated at less than one close mace. Stiller is going to fly, she stated. The humans says so