Yesterday was Dog Day (a holiday that I made up). The other day, Gus begged me to see the presents I was giving him. I told him that he couldn't see them until Sunday. He went to his kennel and I thought that he had fell asleep, but this morning, 6:06 AM to be exact, I learned that he hadn't. At about 6:00, I heard sirens outside. I got up and looked outside. A police officer was walking up to my door. He said, "Sorry to disturb you ma'am, but there have been some noise concerns." I must be a deep sleeper because I had slept through all that noise. I soon learned that someone wouldn't be celebrating Dog Day. In my room, I found a pile of torn up wrapping paper. "GUS!" I yelled so loud that I was sure the police officer would come back and arrest me. Gus came in with his head down. "You will not be celebrating Dog Day, and Trudy will get all the presents, even yours. And that was the end of that.

We had a great Dog Day. We even had a party. The only bad thing was that Trudy fell into the punch bowl, and everyone left because there was hair in their drinks.

Poor Gus was locked up in his room, and when he heard all the commotion, he went crazy and knocked over the T.V. in his room. The T.V. fell on top of him, and he spent a night in the hospital.

All dogs who read this story, what did you learn?-Gillian