Gino's back leg!

Gino’s back leg

By Isabella Southwick

I dropped off my candy caned stripped bag but the colors where light pink and dark blue. My mom greeted me and asked how my day was with a delighted voice. I replied my day was good. But I knew something was wrong by my moms voice it was to happy like she was hiding something!

When I turned around the corner by the wall were the bathroom lays and when I turned I saw my very own double stuffed, tree bark brown, football loving dads couch. Where Gino and Gracie my two dogs laydown and relax. (They’re brother and sister).

Gino is the sweet color of brilliant gold with hints of obsidian the rich beautiful black. He is wild, loyal and a sweet heart to everyone he meets. Gracie on the other hand is rich black with big spots on her belly and paws the color of winter white. She is proper, clever and a nervous wreck.

Before I got to the couch I noticed Gracie looking melancholic so her eyes looked like two dark black bowls with rick milk chocolate in each one. 

Then I saw the gold dog Gino hop of the couch and began to limp in misery and such grand pain.  That’s when my world went black. I began to worry when my world came crashing down.  “Mom why is Gino limping”, I said, scared and nervous. My mom replied, “ sorry I didn’t tell you earlier but sweetheart Gino tore a ligament in his back leg.”

Now Gracie’s eyes sank even more into a melancholic look now that I knew the bad news. It was like Gino was trying to say to me with his sad eyes “ I know your sad and so am I.” His eyes still stared at me like he needed a hug and I knew I did too. I ran to his side and squeezed him tight for a hug. I began to sit back and my despair had silenced my mother and me. Then my mom spoke. “he’ll be okay he’s going to get surgery, we will do what we have to make him feel better.” 

                     - isabella