Tie these four photos together in a 500 word story using web-based research. This needs to be in Thursday's newspaper and it is the art we have....thank the NYT for the pics
Or better yet (this is a creative writer's perspective):
The dog shook the water from his fur and thought, "Boy, those White House dogs have it made. I'll bet George Bush's pooch has a Secret Serviceman standing by with a heated towel."
Meanwhile, George Bush took the podium and waved. "My fellow Americans...I wish--I, you know, would really like it if I could put my arm down. It seems to be stuck."
Rover, dry and fed, chuffed at the TV screen. Sure enough, three Secret Servicemen rushed up to help the President put his arm back down. Wonder if they know how to play fetch, mused Rover.
The doorbell rang. As Rover's person, Jeff, opened the door, the aroma of pepperoni-laden pizza hit his cold, wet nostrils and he bounded over to greet the guy in the Dominos shirt. In his enthusiasm, Rover forgot the ceramic tile - again; as his feet hit the slick surface, he landed on his butt and spun 360 degrees. Jeff and the pizza guy laughed and applauded.
Jeff tossed a piece of pepperoni pizza at Rover and wondered how he was going to break it to his beloved mutt that he'd be going on a business trip next week - and sending Rover on an all-expenses-paid vacation to the kennel.
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http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9F01E0DF1130F93AA3575BC0A96F958260&sec=&spon=&pagewanted=all ?
Or better yet (this is a creative writer's perspective):
The dog shook the water from his fur and thought, "Boy, those White House dogs have it made. I'll bet George Bush's pooch has a Secret Serviceman standing by with a heated towel."
Meanwhile, George Bush took the podium and waved. "My fellow Americans...I wish--I, you know, would really like it if I could put my arm down. It seems to be stuck."
Rover, dry and fed, chuffed at the TV screen. Sure enough, three Secret Servicemen rushed up to help the President put his arm back down. Wonder if they know how to play fetch, mused Rover.
The doorbell rang. As Rover's person, Jeff, opened the door, the aroma of pepperoni-laden pizza hit his cold, wet nostrils and he bounded over to greet the guy in the Dominos shirt. In his enthusiasm, Rover forgot the ceramic tile - again; as his feet hit the slick surface, he landed on his butt and spun 360 degrees. Jeff and the pizza guy laughed and applauded.
Jeff tossed a piece of pepperoni pizza at Rover and wondered how he was going to break it to his beloved mutt that he'd be going on a business trip next week - and sending Rover on an all-expenses-paid vacation to the kennel.
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