Tyler has gotten to be a very good writer. He really enjoys writing stories, and does a great job of writing in a descriptive way, with interesting dialogue between characters. One of his assignments for the end of the year was to write a story that he would be able to have bound into a hard copy book. He worked on his story "Doggy Doom" for quite awhile, and did a fantastic job.
He drew this cover art while he was sitting at swim team practice with me one day. If you're familiar with our mountains here in the Valley, you'll probably recognize the Superstition Mountains, which are the view we have from the Skyline Pool. The dogs are some of the characters in his story.
He did have some other artwork within the book, but they aren't in this version of it. The photo below is the back cover of his book, an excerpt from the story and a couple pictures of the dogs. Great job Tyler! You are such an amazing writer, and we know this is just the beginning of your writing career. We look forward to many more great stories!
11:14 pm, June 17, 2019
I entered the large dog pound, I had been creating a list with every dog breed and their picture. The specific breeds I was looking for was a siberian husky, a great dane, and a bull mastiff. At the cashier desk there was a fat man smoking an electronic cigaret.
“Yo, Kid!” The man said, taking the cigaret out of his mouth and puffing vapor.
“Hello, I’m Tyler” I answered.
“What do ya want… Tyler!” He yelled
“I’m just looking to see if you have a great dane, siberian husky, or a bull mastiff.”
“I’ve got a great dane. He’s a skinny guy” Said the man.
“Can you take me to him,” I was excited, “please.” We went into the back of the building. And sure enough, there was a great dane in the bottom left cage. The fat man unlocked the cage.
“What’s up with you?” He said. The great dane’s eyes were closed “Wake up dumb dog” he snapped his fingers in front of it’s face. I jumped when the dog clamped his jaws on the man's hand. “Waaaaaaaaaaa! Owwwwww!” He screamed. I frantically jumped over them and ran out the glass door.
12:34 pm, June 17, 2019
My cousin Matt and I went to our friend Chris’s house. When we got inside Chris told us to try to stay away from his dogs.
“Why” I asked, getting nervous. I hoped they weren't attacking like the great dane did.
“They seem to have the flu” Chris told us. I breathed a sigh of relief. We sat on the couch In the living room. I told them about the great dane.
“Let’s not think about that” Matt said, turning on the T.V. The news was on.
“Wait! Don’t change the channel!” I told Matt.
On the T.V. was a man called Dr. Hobbs. He was a vet. “Hi, I’m Dr. Hobbs” he said. “We are in grave danger! For unknown reasons, dogs across the United States are attacking people… Actualy, Not just people! Everything, except dogs! Our Scientists are still trying to figure out why. This is very hard to do because we don’t have a sample of any evil dogs. Anyone who sees one gets killed by it.” Dr. Hobbs was scared. “Okay! I call cut. Cut!.. No I suggest you get rid of any dogs you own.” It changed to the weather report.
“There’s no way I’m getting rid of brownie!” Chris said. Brownie was his small chewawa/ terrier mix. He also had a white and black, rat terrier named Mini.
“I can’t get rid of Luigi” said Matt. Luigi was a Golden retriever. That day was the first day I was ever glad that I didn’t have a dog.
9: 48 am, June 18, 2019
I was sitting on the couch, holding my rabbit, Leo, and watching T.V. My mom walked into the living room and sat down with me. I told her about the dog situation.
“Ooh, scary” She said “Glad we don’t have a dog. Hey” she changed the subject. “Chris invited you and Matt a sleepover at his house tomorrow night”
“Cool” I laid back and stroked Leo’s fuzzy head.
5:06 pm, June 19, 2019
I waved to my dad who was driving away in the white minivan. I rang the doorbell to Chris’s one story house. Matt answered the door. He was holding Chris’s ipod that was opened up to an app called “LEGO movie maker.” Behind Matt, Chris was moving LEGO jedi and LEGO stormtroopers a tiny bit, to make stop motion animation.
“Tyler,” Chris called , “Come see Brownie and Mini” We went into the kitchen. Brownie and Mini were in their dog beds, twitching and squirming. Then suddenly, Brownie stopped.
“Brownie? Are you Okay, Boy?” Chris said. Brownie growled and opened his eyes. “Oh, Good. you’re alright.” Brownie growled louder. Then He barked and jumped onto Chris’s chest. “OW!” Chris yelled. He grabbed brownie and threw him through a closed window that was three feet away from them. The glass shattered and Brownie hit the wall outside. Mini stopped too. Matt thought fast. He picked up Mini and set her outside the back door. She barked and started softly hitting the door with her head.
“What just happened” I said, staring at Brownie who had hit his head on the wall and was now unconscious.
10:46 am, June 19, 2019
We burst in the door at the vet, Brownie was cradled unconscious in Chris’s arms. When we were at our appointment, the vet took a scan of brownie. “There is a virus,” The vet said. He typed something on his computer. “I can’t find a match. Wait… I found one. It hasn’t been seen since the 14th century.” Said the vet.
“Wow” Matt said in awe.
“What is it?” I asked
“It was named Canismyocardial disease. It means Dog Attack disease”
“Canusmoda… what?” Chris asked
“Canismyocardial disease” said the vet. “I’m sorry kid, but he has to die.”
“NO!” Chris yelled, “There has to be another way!”
“Well, there is one,” he said, “But there is a great price. You have to keep him away from all dogs and people. Encluding you.” Chris sighed and we walked out of the vet.
12:09 p.m, June 20, 2019
We walked down the sidewalk to lunch. We were going to eat at Smashburger. I smelled something like rotten eggs and moldy steak.
“Ew gross! What is that smell?” I asked.
“Ew yuck” Chris held his nose. The stink got worse. We rounded a corner when it was really bad. It was a dead end, but there was a big blue dumpster in front of the wall. The smell was coming from the dumpster. We looked in. There were bones. Bones that were covered in red meat.
“Oh, jeez” Matt said, plugging his nose. Then I saw it. There was a human skull with bits of hair poking out of it.
“Oh, God” Chris backed away.
12:21 pm, June 20, 2019
After that experience, None of us had much of an apatite. My cousin, Aiden and my other friend, Timothy, Were supposed to meet us at smashburger. When they got there, Matt told them about the dog issue and Canismyocardial disease.
“We heard” Aiden said. “Well, not about that… canus… motor car thingy.”
“Just call it Canine motor car disease” Matt said, proud of his name.
“Yeah, sure” Timoty said, taking a bite of his burger.
12:57 pm, June 20, 2019
“Oh, guys” I said. We were on our way home “My birthday is in nine days. Do you want to sleep over at my house?” everyone was saying “yeah,” “sure,” or “yes.” Suddenly we heard a low moan.
“What was that?” Timothy asked.
“It came from the dumpster area” Matt pointed to the alley.
Maybe it's a cow I thought. When we heard it, it sounded like a cow. We rounded the corner of the alley. I saw it was not a cow. It was an old woman. She was covered in cuts and scrapes.
“What happened?”Aiden asked.
“Da… Da-da…” she pointed to us. Us? I thought We didn’t do this to you. “Da… do… dog” Then she laid her head down and closed her eyes. I thought she was pointing at us, But she was actually pointing to a large, brown pitbull that was behind us. The pit bull leaped with a growl onto timothy’s back, it’s claws tearing through his shirt. Timothy screamed. I had to help my friend, so I Jumped with my hands extended at the pitbull. My hands made contact with the side of it’s torso. It toppled off of timothy and onto the cobblestone floor. I grabbed Timothy’s hand and pulled him up. We started to run away from the ferocious dog. I was glad to have beaten the dog, until Timothy screamed: “Tyler!” I turned around. The dog had clamped his jaws over timothy’s hand. Timothy was so scared he jerked his hand out of the dog's mouth. Timothy screamed and clutched his hand. I noticed the dog was chewing something. Then I saw that timothy had chunks of flesh missing from his hand. I was looking to see if everyone was alright.
Matt I thought He’s fine. Chris, He’s Okay. Aiden… Aiden? Aiden was gone. I looked back at the dog. He was creeping toward us, forcing us into the corner. It was about to pounce but out of the sky fell a trashcan. It landed square on the dog's head, spilling cinder blocks across the floor. We all looked up to see where it came from Chris, matt, and I laughed when we saw where it came from. Aiden was leaning over the top of the building next to us.
1:10 pm, June 20, 2019
We were waiting for Timothy, in the lobby of urgent care. Finally, the door opened and Timothy walked out with a doctor. He had a bandage cast on his hand.
“Timothy, are you okay” Aiden asked.
“Thanks to you,” Timothy said, “I’m fine.”
Aiden was confused. “Why thanks to me?”
“You dropped that cinder block trashcan on the dog.”
“Oh, I did do that.” Aiden was proud with himself.
“If you didn’t, We would all be dead”
11:18 am, June 22, 2019
We had gone two days without a dog attack. There had only been seven evil dog sightings in the state. I felt like inviting my friends over to celebrate. So, I invited them.
“Tyler, Ava” My mom called.
“Yeah?” I answered
“Can you pick one bag of each fruit?” she instructed. I had four citrus trees in my backyard. I had a tangerine tree, an orange tree, a lemon tree, and a grapefruit tree. After I picked grapefruit and lemons, and Ava picked oranges and tangerines, We set the bags by the door.
1:32 pm, June 22, 2019
Everyone was at my house, except Aiden. We were playing with my lego dinosaurs when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it” Timothy said. When he was on his way to the door it rang four more times. Timothy opened the door.
It was Aiden. “RUN!” He screamed, bursting through the door. We saw why we should run. A red eyed husky was running at us.
“Oh Carp” Matt said. He threw the door shut but it was too late. The dog was already in the doorway. So we ran. We ran out the back door. Matt closed it in front of the dog, But that didn’t stop it. It ran through the glass. We turned left. We turned left again. We got to the gate. Then I remembered. My dad had put a lock on the gate that can only be opened with a key. We were cornered. The dog slid to a stop on the loose rocks. It started creeping toward us. It was then I saw the overturned wheelbarrow with a board on top of it.
“Up here!” I yelled. We got on the board. The dog stared up at us and growled. Suddenly I got an Idea. I jumped off the wheelbarrow and onto the dog. “C’mon!” I said. Everyone else hopped off the wheel barrow. “Up the tree” We all climbed the grapefruit tree. Matt was the last up, but the dog grabbed his untied shoelace. It pulled him down onto the ground. The dog was about to bite him, but suddenly Chris jumped onto the dog's head. I followed him, landing on its back. Aiden landed in its rump. I helped matt up and we ran to the door. Suddenly the dog got right in our path.
“Throw the fruit!” Aiden yelled, grabbing the bags. We hurled three bags before the dog gave up and ran through the broken door and out the front door. We survived again.
2:26 pm, June 23 2019
We were playing on a wall covered in vines. I leaned against the wall and surprisingly, I fell through. When I stood up I was staring at a very old building. It was covered in vines and bushes. “C’mon in, guys” I said. They all walked through the vines.
“Wow” they all said. Then I saw a sign. It said Montessori Education center. That was my school. But my school was montessori education center north campus. Tith was just plane Montessori Education Center.
“That’s our school!” Timothy said. “This place is old”
“Let’s check it out!” Chris said, running up to the door. We all agreed and went with him. Matt tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge.
“All together” I said. “One… two… three!” We all pulled. Finally, something snapped and the door flew open. It was very foggy inside and it was dark. I looked on the wall for a light switch, but I couldn’t find one. Then I saw something hanging off the light bulbs. It was one of the old lights that I saw in movies. I pulled the string and a dim light flowed into the room. I pulled the string on another one. Nothing happened. Then the light flickered and lit up, but not as bright as the last one.
Matt walked to a small brown table with a bowl of moldy, brown apples and a jar of rotten peanut butter. Next to the apples was a knife and a cutting board.
“What did you find, Matt,” I asked, “Ew, gross.” Suddenly a loud howl broke out. Matt picked up the knife.
“Uh-oh,” Timothy said, “Let’s get out of here.”
“Which door do we go out” Aiden asked. That was a good question. There were two doors. I didn’t remember which door we came in.
“Uhhhhh, Left” I said, pointing at the left door. We threw open the left door. Instantly we knew it that door wasn’t the correct door. The room behind the left door was dark and foggy, like the first one. Then we heard a growl. It came from the room behind the door. Then a poodle walked out. Its hair was cut into little balls of curly, pink fluff. We ran as fast as we could to the other door, but our path was blocked by a golden shiba inu with red eyes and blood on its lips. We were cornered.
“OW!” Aiden yelled. The poodle had bitten his hand. The shiba inu ran past us, to Aiden and bit the back of his ankles. “Ow!” Aiden yelled turning around. When he was distracted, the poodle jumped up and bit the back of his neck, hard. “Owwwwwwwwww” Aiden’s voice trailed off as he toppled onto the floor, dead.
“NOOOOO!” we all yelled. We forgot about the shiba inu until it made a growling noise. By that time it was too late. It Jumped at Matt, But he was very lucky. Matt was holding the knife blade out. The shiba inu landed on the knife, impaling his chest. Matt shook the suffering dog off of the knife. We ran to the door, but again, our path was blocked. This time by the poodle.
“Run, RUN” I screamed. We turned around and charged in the other direction.
“In the bathroom!” Matt yelled. He was looking back at us.
“Matt, lookout!” Timothy yelled. It was too late. Matt slammed into the bathroom door and dropped his knife. I bent down to get it, but a pink paw stepped down on the handle. When I looked up, the poodles was bearing its bloody teeth at me. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom. Timothy closed the door on the poodles head. I walked around the bathroom in search of something useful. There was a spider web in the corner. On the web was a black spider with a red mark on it.
“Well, hello there” I said. There was a red plunger by the toilet. I picked up the plunger and forced the spider in it. I dumped the spider on the poodles nose.
“Good idea” Matt said, but the spider wasn’t biting.
“Here” Chris said, grabbing the plunger from me. He tapped the poodles nose around the spider, hoping to make it angry. It worked. The spider chomped down on the poodle. It let out a whine and pulled its head out of the door. When the door closed it was very dark in the room. When my eyes adjusted I saw the light. I pulled the string. The light only made a small spark, But it was enough to search the cupboards.
“Look!” Chris yelled. He was holding a pack of glow sticks. There were five packages of twenty glowsticks. We cracked and shook a whole package and threw them around the bathroom.
Matt and I started playing sticks. Aiden and timothy started playing sticks.
3:48 pm, June 23, 2019
We waited in the bathroom for what felt like hours. By that time we were doing a three way lightsaber duel with the glow sticks. Chris was sleeping.
“I think it’s gone,” I said, “don’t smell any more perfume” I kneeled down by the door, ready to snatch the knife. “One… two… three.” Timothy flung open the door. I grabbed the knife, the poodle was gone. “It’s gone” I said.
“Okay boys,” Matt said, “let’s go home”
End
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12:42 pm, October 22, 2019
The dogs were gone. The dog attacks had stopped. No one knew what happened. The dogs Just disappeared. It’s like disease Just killed them. I didn’t care what happened to them. I was happy… Until October 22, 2019. I was at recess when I heard a howl. There was a coyote running at the fence. It jumped over and landed on a child. I ran into the classroom and told the teachers. Now wild dogs were attacking
