Week 1 Photostory by Brynne Boltjes

Week 1 Photostory by Brynne Boltjes

 I pass by the Milk Bottle on my way home from school at the community college.I arrive at my house. That's right my house! The first house that I have ever owned. Well with my boyfriend, but we both own it. We moved in during summer break from school in the middle of june. So I have lived in my own home

for approximatly three and a half months now.

 

The first thing I do when I arrive to my own home is let my dogs outside. I have four Boston Terriors who think my new house, is actually theirs.

Murphy and Cinder, who are five and six, seem pretty content and happy in my new backyard. They have a lot of room to run around and play.

Hannah is standing in the sunlight next to Darby outside, who is looking into my eyes through his one blue shimmering eye. Darby and Hannah are three weeks appart and are both one year olds. They are the best of friends and spent many summerdays in my backyard chasing eachothers tails.As I let the dogs play outside I look for something to do. Maybe I will practice bass guitar for awhile.

Or there is always the keyboard. Music has always been important in my life and learning different instruments to play is fun too.

But I just started my photography classes so I decide to look through the stacks of magazines on photography I have and see if there is anything interesting to read.

\I settle into a nice article on nature photographs when I notice it's all too quiet in my house. I go to check outside and all I see is

...feathers!

Feathers! Feathers everywhere! Murphy, Cinder, Hannah, and Darby are all playing in a pile of feathers. They had taken a feather pillow outside and torn it to pieces.

What a surprise inside for themDarby starts to chase hannah around the tree while murphy gives me a huge smile, like it's Christmas time for dogs. Cinder walks over to a toy she has outside as if to say, " It wasn't me, I was playing with my toy the whole time." The only problem with that excuss is the feather hanging out of her mouth.

After getting all of the dogs inside and picking up all the feathers in the yard I toss the bag of feathers into the garbage and go back inside to get back to my article.

I look down at Darby who is sleeping and looks like a perfect angle

when I realize,

 the dogs do own my house!