Open Question: Pomeranian puppy, valve in heart didn’t shrink?
My sister took her puppy to the vet today, and he said at 6 months, the valve in her heart should have shrank. He said because it didn’t, it is causing heart murmurs. He freaked my sister out, and he told her the dog could drop dead at any given second. I’m just wondering, has anyone else had this sort of problem? I personally think her puppy is going to be fine. She is a very very tiny dog, so I think that has something to do with it. Any comments? Thanks so much in advance!
By the way, her puppy is about 8 months old.
Well Becky, I feel very offended by your answer. I wasn’t asking for you to tell me the vet was right or wrong. I was asking if anyone had any similar experience. That was kind of rude, my sister isn’t a baby, I just wanted some opinions so thanks for your negativity.
Tue, 25 Nov 2008 18:09:06 GMT
Open Question: Can someone help me end this story ? =)?
Okay so this is what i have so far..and i can only write likke a half page more double spaced..soo i want the end to be like an outside country uses the chips to their advantage and so they control the people and they poison the water & food supply..so likke the nation is weakend by famine & disease..thus making the nation more vounerable..i already have my last sentence but i don’t have the last paragraph lol..hellllllllp =)
Tucker was drenched in sweat, his heart acted as a metronome, it ticked a quick rhythm. The rest of his body followed that rhythm; his legs moved like lighting, his arms swung swiftly, both steady like the rapid beating of his heart. Adrenaline pulsated throughout Tucker?s body; he felt so alive, so invigorated, he loved to steal. So far is actions were hardly of any consequence to him jail time didn?t bother him. He ran with great haste, no one could stop him, he was a runaway train. But the tracks stopped, waiting for him at the end of the rails was a officer police, ready with a gun and hand to de-rail him. There was nowhere to go, Tucker had to surrender. The callous police officer read Tucker his rights, then shoved him in the car. Tucker didn?t really care though, he was used to this by now.
The officer brought Tucker to the court house to be assigned his punishment, but this time it was different. The officer told Tucker to wait outside, confused by this, Tucker quietly sat down on the wooden bench. The police officer promptly returned with a stack of papers in hand, he briefly explained to Tucker that because this is his third offence, he was now sentenced to the ?Chip Correction Treatment?. A computer chip will be inserted into his brain, this chip will take control of the decision making aspect of his life. Tucker would then be placed back into the world with a new job, a CIA agent. Criminals like Tucker are assigned jobs like this so that they steer clear of the general public. Those who once hurt the nation are now bettering it. Convicts who had the choice to be good, were now forced to be good, they had purpose now. They would be fixed and controlled, this system worked rather well in society, law abiding citizens carried on a peaceful life, while criminals served them.
The police officer drove Tucker to the COCO building, Center Of Corrective Operations. Tucker hesitantly stepped out of the police car, the officer forcefully tugged Tucker?s arm and dragged him into the building. Tucker was flabbergasted, he never thought COCO really existed, he believed it was a mere rumor, a tall tale to frighten children. The police officer brought Tucker to the waiting room, filled to the brim with other convicts, waiting to be corrected. Tucker slowly walked in; the men in the room devoured him with their vicious eyes, they stared without restraint, their eyes speculated and judged. Tucker didn?t notice though, he was enraptured by thoughts of confusion and fear, he couldn?t believe that this was happening. Tucker waited for hours, he saw many men walk into the room across the hall labeled ?OPERATION ROOM?, but he never saw them come out. The men who once had such ravenous eyes now had dull, vacuous eyes.
?NEXT?, shouted the monotone and lifeless voice. The announcement awakened Tucker from his trance. He quickly put on a stolid guise and proceeded to the operation room. He laid on the cold, vacant operating table, two surgeons strapped him down. Another surgeon secured the gas mask onto Tucker?s face, then turned the tank?s gauge. With great reluctance, Tucker?s eyes closed.
Tucker woke up in a white room, disoriented and befuddled. He looked around, the room was desolate and lonely. Tucker sat in the bed for a while, dazed and confused, suddenly a man dressed in a white lab coat strolled in the room. He explained to Tucker what happened and how life will be now. Work, then home, home then work. Once finished, the man quickly left and signaled the attendant. Ten minutes later, the attendant came and escorted Tucker out of the building to the bus that was waiting outside, filled with others.
The bus screeched as it came to its stop, everyone on the bus exited and walked into the building, CIA was written in large, bold letters on the side of the mammoth building. Tucker entered the building, and began his work. After his nine hour shift was over, he walked out side and got on the bus that awaited his arrival. This cycle lasted for months, but Tucker hardly noticed. His entire perception of life changed, in fact, Tucker didn?t live, he appeared to be alive, but Tucker was dead.
okay so here’s the last couple of sentences i want to use..
*The war was quick & almost painless. It was like a shot of sionide, it quickly circulated through the vains of the nations already weakend body. America, which once controlled its convicts became a prisoner of it own creations.*
okay so those are the last sentences i want to use..ohh & i think i forgot to mention that this is a dystopian story and i’m not really supposed to focus on the characters, but i am supposed to focus on the negative effects of this extrapolation (the extrapolation is “what if conventional jails were no longer used but replaced with other means of punishment)
kay i would really really appreciate if someone could help me, ty ;D
Tue, 25 Nov 2008 20:45:41 GMT
