About being oldie
Over three weeks ago, my grandparents found a beautiful brown and white dog (the veterinary said it was a Beagle). It was just a puppy, we guess it was about six months old and its owners left it on the street.
The first time my grandmother looked at the dog, she felt in love, but she was convinced that it was lost and walked with it along the neighborhood, asking everybody if somebody had lost this beautiful dog in the last days. She didn´t receive any answer, just one person said there was three more dogs like that in this neighborhood since two days ago. My grandmother brought it to her home and talked with my grandfather, so they decided to addopt the dog, they gave it the name of "Danger".
After two or three days from the finding, my mom and an uncle met Danger, they played with it and decided that, since it was a strong and lively animal, it couldn't be anymore with my grandparents (they thought that it was dangerous walking and playing with Danger, because it could push them and hurt them, a 76 years old couple). Since that moment, they began searching a new family for Danger and they finally found it.
Today, a friend of us picked up the dog and brought it for a new house. While the dog was entering on the car my grandmother was crying. Perhaps it was the best for everyone but it was also difficult for them.
I can't stop thinking about being oldie, if they were younger no one could decide anything for them. I suppose that when they were children they was always thinking about being adults, making their own decisions and being completely independents. But now, I think they feel like childrens, letting decide their daughters about their lives. I'm thinking which moment is the deadline, when we just left our adulthood and became children again.
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Over three weeks ago, my grandparents found a beautiful brown and white dog (the veterinary said it was a Beagle). It was just a puppy, we guess it was about six months old and its owners left it on the streets. My grandmother fell in love with it as soon as she saw it, but she was convinced that it was lost and went around the neighborhood, asking everybody if any of them had lost the beautiful dog in the past few days. She didn´t get an answer. Just one person said there were three more dogs, like the one she had found, in this neighborhood since two days ago. My grandmother brought it to her home and talked with my grandfather, they decided to addopt the dog, they named it "Danger".
After two or three days after finding it, my mom and uncle met Danger, they played with it and decided that, since it was a strong and lively animal, it couldn't stay with my grandparents anymore (they thought that it was dangerous walking and playing with Danger, because it could push my grandparents and hurt them, a 76 years old couple). Since that moment, they began searching a new family for Danger and they finally found one.
Today, a friend of us picked up the dog and took it to a new house. While the dog was getting in the car my grandmother was crying. Perhaps it was the best for everyone, but it was also difficult for them.
I can't stop thinking about being old. If they had been younger no one could've decided anything for them. I suppose that when they were children they were always thinking about being adults, making their own decisions and being completely independent. But now, I think they feel like children, letting their daughters take decitions for them. I'm thinking which moment is the deadline, when we just leave our adulthood and become children again.
After two or three days after finding it, my mom and uncle met Danger, they played with it and decided that, since it was a strong and lively animal, it couldn't stay with my grandparents anymore (they thought that it was dangerous walking and playing with Danger, because it could push my grandparents and hurt them, a 76 years old couple). Since that moment, they began searching a new family for Danger and they finally found one.
Today, a friend of us picked up the dog and took it to a new house. While the dog was getting in the car my grandmother was crying. Perhaps it was the best for everyone, but it was also difficult for them.
I can't stop thinking about being old. If they had been younger no one could've decided anything for them. I suppose that when they were children they were always thinking about being adults, making their own decisions and being completely independent. But now, I think they feel like children, letting their daughters take decitions for them. I'm thinking which moment is the deadline, when we just leave our adulthood and become children again.
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About being an oldie*
Over three weeks ago, my grandparents found a beautiful brown and white dog (the veterinary said it was a beagle). It was just a puppy, we guess about six months old and its owners had abandoned it on the street.The first time my grandmother looked at the dog she fell in love, but she was convinced that it was lost and walked with it through the neighborhood, asking everybody if somebody had lost this beautiful dog recently. She received no answer, and just one person said there were three more dogs like that in this neighborhood since two days ago. My grandmother brought it home and talked with my grandfather, so they decided to adopt the dog, they gave it the name of "Danger".
Two or three days after finding it, my mom and uncle met Danger, they played with it and decided that, since it was a boisterous animal, it could no longer stay with my grandparents (they thought that it was dangerous walking and playing with Danger, because it could push them and hurt them, a 76 year old couple). Since then, they began searching for a new family for Danger and they finally found one.
Today, a friend of ours picked up the dog and brought it to its new house. While the dog jumped into the car my grandmother was crying. Perhaps it was the best for everyone but it was also difficult for them.
I can't stop thinking about being elderly*. If they were younger no one could decide anything for them. I suppose that when they were children they were always thinking about becoming adults, making their own decisions and being completely independent. But now, I think they feel like children, letting others, their daughters etc decide their lives. I wonder which moment is the point when we leave our adulthood and become children once again?
*I do not know whether this word 'oldie' is a serious one or not. Certainly people say it and it is understood. I think it is slang. Better to use 'aged' or 'elderly' in exams.
very well written!
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Over three weeks ago, my grandparents found a beautiful brown and white dog (the veterinary said it was a Beagle). It was just a puppy, we guess it was about six months old and its owners left it on the streets. My grandmother fell in love with it as soon as she saw it, but she was convinced that it was lost and went around the neighborhood, asking everybody if any of them had lost the beautiful dog in the past few days. She didn´t get an answer. Just one person said there were three more dogs, like the one she had found, in this neighborhood since two days ago. My grandmother brought it to her home and talked with my grandfather, they decided to addopt the dog, they named it "Danger".
After two or three days after finding it, my mom and uncle met Danger, they played with it and decided that, since it was a strong and lively animal, it couldn't stay with my grandparents anymore (they thought that it was dangerous walking and playing with Danger, because it could push my grandparents and hurt them, a 76 years old couple). Since that moment, they began searching a new family for Danger and they finally found one.
Today, a friend of us picked up the dog and took it to a new house. While the dog was getting in the car my grandmother was crying. Perhaps it was the best for everyone, but it was also difficult for them.
I can't stop thinking about being old. If they had been younger no one could've decided anything for them. I suppose that when they were children they were always thinking about being adults, making their own decisions and being completely independent. But now, I think they feel like children, letting their daughters take decitions for them. I'm thinking which moment is the deadline, when we just leave our adulthood and become children again.
After two or three days after finding it, my mom and uncle met Danger, they played with it and decided that, since it was a strong and lively animal, it couldn't stay with my grandparents anymore (they thought that it was dangerous walking and playing with Danger, because it could push my grandparents and hurt them, a 76 years old couple). Since that moment, they began searching a new family for Danger and they finally found one.
Today, a friend of us picked up the dog and took it to a new house. While the dog was getting in the car my grandmother was crying. Perhaps it was the best for everyone, but it was also difficult for them.
I can't stop thinking about being old. If they had been younger no one could've decided anything for them. I suppose that when they were children they were always thinking about being adults, making their own decisions and being completely independent. But now, I think they feel like children, letting their daughters take decitions for them. I'm thinking which moment is the deadline, when we just leave our adulthood and become children again.
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