Saturday, December 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
What really matters? The world today has been warped and molded based on money and fear. What puts a price on something? The price tag or a criticism from someone you know? For some, the brand handbag they carry is more important to them than relationships they have. Relationships they have are influenced by the handbag. What is truly important?
We get home to show him around. Unfortunately, Buster is still not house trained. Let's just say we use a lot of paper towels and newspaper. Over the next few years, Buster is non-stop. He's more annoying than ever imaginable. Puppy classes failed miserably. His first veterinarian visit was really ugly. At several points, my dad honestly wanted to send him away. But we kept him anyway. Now, Buster behaves 95% of the time, is sweet, and very protective.
I get home from school, tired and impatient. My dad opens the crate and he comes out wriggling and smiling like it's the best day of his life. Buster whines and jumps up on me. He leans against my legs, waiting for me to scratch his back. I find his "sweet spot" and his leg starts to kick uncontrollably. My welcome home greeting is the best and always puts a smile on my face. Before homework, I sit on the couch to watch some t.v. From around the corner, I see his little face. When he sees that I've spotted him, he jumps up on my lap. For a Beagle, he is pretty big. Buster is thirty pounds of pure muscle. I lose feeling in my legs pretty quickly, but it doesn't even faze him.
Whenever I'm having a bad day, Buster is always there. In a way he's better than friends because he won't say a word but still be caring. I curl up next to him, stroking his fur. As my tears fall, he licks them away. He'll stay that way forever, no matter what. After I've recovered from my meltdown, we go into the kitchen and I give him treat. After he inhales it, he trots over to the door, indicating he wants to go outside. I put on his leash and we go in the backyard to play. We play fetch for a little while before we freeze. When we come in, we both get on the couch to warm up. Buster is the best dog in the world. Although my family did pay quite a price to get him, he is priceless to me.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Briar Rose - Becca
Setting - England, Daisy's House
I was going back to Poland to see my old friends I had met on my last trip, only this time I brought Stan, my boss and boyfriend. We were in the England airport waiting for our connection when the intercom came on saying our flight was canceled due to weather and the next flight was tomorrow. Stan and I were trapped in the airport. Claps of thunder went off every five minutes. Lightning lit up the sky. I panicked. "What do we do? Do we know anyone over here? Who should we call?"
"Becca, calm down, it's okay. We'll figure something out." Stan said soothingly. Just then someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Becca?" For a minute I didn't recognize her. "Becca it's me, Daisy."
"Oh my gosh. Daisy!" My cousin and I hugged and jumped around like little girls. "Look at you!" I took a second look at my little cousin. The young woman in front of me was so different than what I remembered of her. "What are you doing here? I thought you went back to New York."
"I came back to England a few years ago. I missed it too much. Oh how stupid of me! Becca, this is Isaac, my cousin." We shook hands.
"And this is Stan, my boyfriend." They shook hands, too professionally in my opinion.
"How long are you guys in England?" We told them the whole story and they insisted we stay at their house for the night. Daisy explained she had been picking Isaac up from his trip to Barcelona.
It was still raining when we left the airport after grabbing some food. Daisy told me all about Piper, Edmund, and Isaac, because he doesn't say much. We arrived at their white mansion a while later. Piper, who I've never met in my life, came running up to me and gave me a hug. Then she made her boyfriend Jonathan say hello. Daisy searched the house for Edmund, but came back with a depressed expression and shook her head. After Piper and Isaac went to bed, Daisy, Stan, and I sat at the kitchen table and talked for awhile.
"The house was a wreck. All the animals died, that was what was hardest on Piper. I came back three years later to find everything pretty much the way it was, except for Edmund." She looked down. Stan was writing everything down on a notepad. I put my hand on his, signaling for him to stop. He looked over at me and put it down. "We don't talk much. He only talks to Isaac."
"It'll get better, Piper's assured me. So how's work going?" We talked for a few hours before heading to bed. We stayed up in a loft. Daisy said it was her favorite spot in the house. It smelled old and slightly musty but was warm and comfortable.
We woke up to the smell of bacon and dogs barking. It stopped raining and was just foggy. The drive to the airport was mostly quiet except for Piper talking about random things. Daisy and Piper came in with us while we got tags and gate numbers. We hugged several times and promised to visit more often. Our flight number was called, so we had to run to make it on time. I honestly didn't want to leave, despite really wanting to get to Poland the day before. Stan took my hand and we walked on the plane together.