The animals and the frustrated photographer
Hello Amy, BBC LE team and beloved readers,
Welcome to the blog today, friends!
I was wondering...Has anyone here realised that I like photographs? :-)
I have never done a course before, though. I’d love to take it up.
Someone might be thinking: Why does she take so many pictures? It’s not so hard to take the answer in. I like telling stories to my friends, to my patients...
The fact is that my stories are always...what could I say?, somewhat unusual. Therefore I like taking pictures because seeing is believing.
Every time I stop at the traffic light, I can’t avoid bearing an episode in mind which occured some years ago. My eyes lit upon a dog, a small dog that was walking on the street. At the corner, it stopped , waiting for the traffic light to turn red. As soon as the car stopped, in a relaxing way, the dog crossed calmly the street. I just thought "why on earth I don’t have a cam right now here"? Who was the lunatic who said the animals are irrationals?
I have another tale to tell about dogs. I don’t know weather or not you’ll go along with me but I and the rest of the female humanity are unable to pass a pitbull at street. So “listen” to me.
Once I was lazily watching a good film on a relaxing Sunday afternoon when suddenly someone knocked my door. It was Ana Paula. Not the reader, but my neighbour who lives upstairs
She wanted to say something meaningful but she was so desperate that the words came out more like something that could be spelled only by an ET speaker.
I tried to find out what she was saying and what I could take in was that firstly she was asking for help. Then, something about her dog, a pitbull that was at her parents’ house that had its tooth knocked out. No, not the dog. A child was knocked out. Oh no, no, no, her tooth was knocked out.
At last I got it! What really happened was that a child was walking along the street close to her parents’ house’s gate when she decided to have a look through the gate... so the pitbull, accidentally or intentionally (I don’t know), beat its head against her mouth and her front tooth was knocked out.
My neighbour wanted me to take care of the child providing the best treatment in an emergency to save her tooth.
We couldn’t waste much time so I was probably best to give my film a miss and rushed to the clinic because she was needing an immediate reimplantation and * the greater the time wasted, the more likely to have a bone ressorption and consequently loss of the teeth.
After that entirely unexpected treatment, given the events of the afternoon, I thought it was a happy end. Everybody was happy...the child, my neighbour and me. Oops. Have I said everybody? No, not everybody. I forgot about Ana Paula’s parents’ neighbours that were very angry with the dog. It was reasonable to a certain extent! And so...this is the beggining of another story.
So my brilliant neighbour decided to give her parents’ neighbours a time to cool off and brought her “innocent” dog to her flat in our building. I know it’s a nonsense. I’m not that kind of neighbour who complains of everything. What could I have said after she had given me a wonderful purse and had payed the bill?
Some days later, her dog had many “little pitbulls” (all at the flat).
And now my son appears in the scenery. My son is crazy for animals and loves dogs of all types and shapes.
One day he said: Mom, I’m going to my friend’s flat (his friend lives upstairs). I warned him not to go to Ana Paula’s flat in case his friend was not there. But it lasted few minutes for him to getting in trouble. His friend wasn’t at home, then he saw Ana Paula’s door opened and had a look at her living room to see the little dogs. Can you figure out this scene? The door opened, a pitbull and its little ones and nothing of Ana Paula who was in the kitchen at that moment?
As soon as the pitbull noticed my son’s presence looking at the little dogs, it rushed towards the potential victim to attack. Unexpectedely, my son, highly frightened, screamed. Not a common scream, though. A scream able enough to make everybody open their doors and rush around to find out what was happening. Believe me or not, thankfully the accute scream frightened even the pitbull and it ran way to the flat. I thank God everyday for that!
My neighbours can give testimony of the facts but if I had taken a picture,
** couldn’t it get any better?
Well...I haven’t just reached any obvious conclusion. Have you any idea of what happened here? Was there an angel by his side to protect him or it was a hormonal disturbance that affected the pitbull after giving birth to the little dogs?
All right friends, I think it’s better leave you now
Little note to Amy:
Sorry Amy, I haven’t got round to do my homework at lunch time. The fact is that I started reading the new comments and when I saw my watch it was too late. I'll not revise right now, though. Let's pray... :-) Here are my answers:
1) Phrasal verbs are verbs with more than one word ( verbs, prepositions or adverbs);
2) They are used in informal phrases. They are informal;
3) A truckloads of them. Transitive, intransitive, separable verbs or not...
Guess what, Amy, I had to go along with myself that I deserved a decent dictionary. Although it cost an arm and a leg, at last I bought one! I almost had a faint when I saw 4 pages just for the word “take”! :-O
-To take it up: To accept something that is being offered
-To get into: to be in certain condition
-To take it in: To understand or remember
-To set off: To start a trip
-To get back: To return
-To goe along with: To agree
-To put up: To play well
-To get round to: To find time to do
-To come up with: To find a solution
-To come back: To return
-To name after: To give a name
-A meanie: A boring person
-A commemoration: A celebration
* Amy, could please tell me how to build this kind of sentence using "the more...the more likely"? Is it correct in my text?
**You have used this phrase in one of your previous blogs: "Could it get any worse?" May I use it replacing the word worse for better and in a negative form?
Thanks Amy, I’m learning a lot with you. You are a devoted teacher!
Note to the beloved readers:
I’ll answer your comments on weekend ok? For a while, I just wanted to say to Naheed that my sister is the one who has a finger in every pie, rushing in all directions at the video. And to Antônio, that I’m thinking to take seriously his advice.
Oh! No pictures today...ok...just one cause I need a rest.
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