Jingles

Sophomore year, 2016. May. Age 15. This was one of the final (or maybe it was THE final) papers for Mrs. Blair's English class. It's written from the point of view of my dog.

I only had one person actually read this during peer reviewing in class, and he was one of the jokesters in our grade, but he seemed genuine when he told me this was a good piece. I think it's good as well, at least for a fifteen year old.

So let me introduce you to a black miniature schnauzer named Jingles and a peek into his life, intertwined with ours.