Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31415315-20170301135637

My stuffed puppies Ever since was I was a little boy all I wanted was a dog, but now I see why I wasn't allowed to have one.

For starters, my dad was a drug addict, and let's just say he didn't mind smoking around us kids. My mom on the other hand, she well, she had quite the difficult job, she was underpaid but hard working.

So every time on my birthday, there was only one thing I ever wanted, a dog. So on my 12th birthday, I got a big present, be for I was about to shake it to see what it was my parents said not to do it unless i wanted to hurt what was inside. So I quickly opened it, and there they were, two little stuffed mini poodle puppies. What I wasn't sure about was that my parents told me that I would hurt them if I shook them?

Well what do you think? My mom asked.

Gee thanks. I said.

I wasn't too mad though, as long as I got at least some type of dog, even if they were fake, well I was surprisingly happy.

the cool thing about the toy puppies was that they made noises, like if you dropped them they would yell, if you put them in a box or cage they would whine, and so on.

I just thought that it was some kind of cool fur real friends toy that I never heard about.

then one day I got into a fight with a kid, he got off the hook while I was sent to oss( out of school suspension )which really sucked for me, I was one of those kids who actually enjoyed learning. they didn't call my parents, so I guess was a little relieved, But I got so mad, that when I got home I kicked down my own door.

and those puppies, ugh those damm things wouldn't shut up. I got so mad I took the out the cage, grabbed a hammer from the shed, and started to beat the stuffing out of them But I thought that the new interactive feature with the dogs was a little too advanced, each time I hit them, the louder their yelps, until finally, they stopped.

My parents got home and when they saw what happened to my stuffed animal puppies they were shocked. They ran into my room, my mom crying and my dad looked furious. They were asking what had happened to the puppies, I told them They were making too much noise so I broke them.

I asked them why they made such a big deal over some stuffed animal puppies,

by this point they looked confused, they told me that I was crazy that those weren't stuffed animals the were real, all of a sudden my mind went blank then it took me a little while to come back to earth, I looked at my parents puzzled, we went rushing into the shed and that's when I saw what I had done, my parents were right, they weren't fake, they were real this whole time, there was blood all over the walls, the puppies's insides scatt all over the floor, and the puppies them selves looked like the were jack hammered.

maybe my father smoking around us messed up my mind pretty bad. 