Office by Alex Penny
I'm Branson Wilson. I am an ordinary kid, 11 years old. I play a lot of sports like baseball, soccer, football and basketball. My life is sports. I go to Church every Sunday. My favorite movies are Avatar and Transformers 3. I have a husky named Yukon and 2 golden doodles named Cross and Ruby, a brother named Hudson, two sisters Esther and Basden. Esther is 5 year old hurricane, Basden sweet and sassy, Hudson follows me where ever I go wants to share everything I get, but most of the time he is pretty nice. My favorite band is OneRepublic. I watch Untamed and Uncut on Animal Planet. I have a two story house and share a room with my brother and thankfully have my own bed. I'm on my trampoline constantly and playing baseball every day. I am not on my blog much cause I have so much going on. Well check out some of these stories, you might like them.
You all know my 11-year-old husky, Yukon. If you don’t, you can learn about him on the post Attack. Me, my brother, and TCU pitcher Paul Gerrish went down to the park to play baseball. We saw a pretty big hole in the fence and Yukon was staring through it. We thought, “He’ll be fine.” But when we came home Yukon was gone. We went inside and saw that somebody had called, so we called them back. A lady had found Yukon and put him in her backyard. But by the time we called her back, she was at McDonalds eating with her grandson.
My mom came home. I said to her in a frightened voice, “We need to go get Yukon!” So we jumped in the car. The lady came out of her house and growled like a bear, “He’s GONE!”
I thought, “Lady, you don’t come barreling out of a house and say to a 10-year-old that LOVES his dog, He’s GONE!!!!!”
I was sooooo mad I was about to come over there and level her! I mean, she could have just gone and put him in our backyard! So we got back in the car and drove around the other side of Fort Worth for an hour. Then Basden and her friend, who had been watching a movie in the backseat the whole time, moaned, “We want to go home.” So my dad left work early to help look for Yukon and the two of us drove around for another two hours.
Finally, we got a call. We sped to another lady’s house she had Yukon there. She opened her garage door, and I had to hold the tears back by swallowing hard. There Yukon sat, eating cat food and not wanting to go home. We thanked the lady so much, but on the car ride home my dad was afraid Yukon would puke from the cat food. I was relieved to have Yukon home!
