A Day No Pigs Would Die Blog #1.

I have a dog that's a Chihuahua/Pekingese mix, named Sammi. She's a year and a half old and she's nine pounds. Sammi's like my best friend, she does everything with me. As soon as I come home she runs right to me and scratches my legs until I pick her up. Even when I go to sleep she's laying right next to me. It's kind of humerous when she eats because whenever I eat she has to have something also, normally she eats dog food and human food. I also like to make up little things about what I think she's thinking when I get bored. You could say we have a friend like bond but she's just like another member of the family.

 

Leslie's Point of View.

It was around 8 when I was walking through the halls going to my first class. Almost to my destination Tom Banks, a freak, approached me and started to talk about last night's football game. I could care less about anything that he said, I wanted to get to class to see Mark who asked me to homecoming last night! I just stood there, smiling and nodding, hoping he would be on his way soon enough.

When he was done with whatever he was talking about he awkwardly waved and walked away, looked back at me and in the process ran into someones open locker. I shook my head and started on my way to class. I walked by Sarah and waved, but all she did was give me a dirty look. I thought to myself if maybe I had done anything to upset her.