Bloomington High School South, The Gothic, 1976, Page 23

Description:	iLisa Hornibrook*% Ckarapion~ V«^ ~ - ■- , : ■ .Hoi DogChrist, and the continuingrelationship with manChessley SextonTheres a child born on Christmas day!Will he be like Christ, will he die as Christ did?Or maybe the child is like any other childAnd not special at all.We walk to the Chosen Ones altar.We pray to Gods Son.We feast at the Chosen Ones birthAnd we know we are as one.Lori FarisI believe the reason that dogs were not given a verbal language was because humans need someone totalk to and confide in—someone who doesnt talkback, reprimand, or advise what to do. Dogs weregiven, instead, an inner sense that gives them the powerto know exactly how a human being feels at anymoment, so that they can be comforters.Dachshunds are known for running through drainpipes, chasing baseballs, or chasing gophers down theirholes. My dog Millie uses her wormlike body to rununder the car when being chased by the neighborhoodcat or to hide under the couch after stealing my littlebrothers nerf ball.I think Millie broke, or made, a couple worldsrecords when she was a little (but long) puppy, such as:the number of nerf balls eaten in one week (she lovesem) or the number of destroyed plastic army men thatshe mercilessly ate the heads off of. Believe me, thereare many more fantastic feats she has accomplished,besides these.Millie seems so very sly but always has that penetrating look of innocence on her face. She has a way ofinnocently sneaking into a warm bed without the occupant realizing it (or so she thinks).When she was a puppy, she stayed in the front yardmost of the time. One of her thrills was trying to chasecars, but this soon stopped when she came to the end ofher chain.Millie is dreadfully afraid of the vacuum cleaner. Shealways wonders why it is that every time it passes herby, it tries to steal the sock shes chewing on. The sametype of thing happens with the fireplace. On cold nightsshe loves to sit by the fire and warm herself, so she figures the closer she gets, the more comfortable shell be.Not so, because sometimes shell move too close; andwith a panicky expression on her face, it looks as ifshes trying to figure out why the pretty, warm yellowflickers tried to snap at her.Millie is just an average dachshund to a strangerseyes. She barks repeatedly as if to make it known thatthere is someone new in her presence and she wants tobe noticed. To me, though, she is more than just anobject to pet and stumble over day in and day out.Shes a companion, a pillow, a garbage disposal, apsychiatrist—but most of all, a friend. All the way fromthe tip of her soggy nose to her eternally wagging tail,she is unique in my eyes.Literary 23
Source:	http://cdm17129.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/hs-bloomsouth/id/649
Collection:	Bloomington High School South

Further information on this record can be found at its source.