Okay, sorry guys...but I couldn't find this picture on my computer....SO, I had to take a picture of it with my web cam, and...well, it's a long story. Ask me in class. Here goes!

Sharp Eye

There I was with my young master. Of course, she was but only an ignorant child, and yet, still my best friend. We were resting in the grass on a quite peaceful afternoon. I was given instructions to watch her like a hawk. I knew my job. I had served as the family guard dog for almost 10 years now. I knew my place, and I loved it. My young master watched me with wondering eyes, absolutely curious about the world we were in. Her short blonde hair was blowing in the wind, and she was smiling. I laughed to myself as I thought about how naive and content she was by her surroundings. After all, we were in the meadow, and it just felt timeless with the big sky above us, and the cool autumn grass beneath us. It felt so good. Suddenly, I pricked up my ears. Had something just moved? That's odd. I had never smelled that before...what was that? There it was again. Obviously my master did not sense it. She was rolling in the grass and laughing. A slow feeling of defense and responsibility grew inside me. I couldn't think about anything but that thing. My mind was fully alert, and my only intent was to protect the child. I saw a quick movement in the brush ahead of us. I had to act fast. I quickly stood up, and the child said something to me that I did not understand. It was not one of my commands that I knew so well. Something was different about her voice. Suddenly, my once joyful master started to cry. She finally saw whatever it was. She looked up at me with no longer amazed eyes. What I saw in her young eyes was fear. My old nose was worn, and I couldn't smell as good as I once was able to. But my heart told me something was not right. My biggest instinct fell over my entire body. I grabbed the child by the back of her shirt and ran. I did not dare look back. I just looked onward.