Ok, so I meant to try and write a ballad of some sort that didn’t include murder. But that didn’t happen because I wasted LITERALLY 2 hours of my weekend staring at my vocabulary sheet and doing nothing. So now I’m gonna write about my dog. Yesterday we went to Beacon Hill park with my dog after getting Chipotle because I LOVE CHIPOTLE AND HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO EAT IT SINCE WE MOVED A YEAR AND A HALF AGO!!!! But we got to the bark and brought some bird seed with us to feed the ducks, but when we were feeding the duckles my dog went CRAZY. My dad used to have a dog named Baxter who was a german short-haired pointer, so he was naturally a hunting dog. He killed a duck once cuz he was a big duggie. But my dog is tiny and really scared of EVERYTHING so he was scared of the ducks the end.
