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Chapter 3. description
1. Simple Prose Course in English
Chapter:3, The Perfect Dog
PP. 51-2
Vahid Jami, English Lecturer Of T. UN
2. A Perfect Dog
I brought him home in a cardboard box and named him
Shaun. He was one of those dogs that gives dogs a good
name. He effortlessly mastered every command I taught
him and was naturally well behaved. I could drop a crust
on the floor and he would not touch it until I gave the
okay. He came when I called him and stayed when I told
him to. We could let him out alone at night, knowing he
would be back after making his rounds.
3. Not that we often did, but we could leave him alone in the
house for hours, confident he wouldn’t have an accident or
disturb a thing. He raced cars without chasing them and walked
beside me without a leash. He could dive to the bottom of our
lake and emerge with rocks so big they sometimes got stuck in
his jaws. He loved nothing more than riding in the car and
would sit quietly in the backseat beside me on family road
trips, content to spend hours gazing out the window at the
passing world. Perhaps best of all,(Ascending) I trained him to
pull me through the neighborhood dog-sled-style as I sat on my
bicycle, making me the hands-down envy of my friends. Never
once did he lead me into hazard.
4. Questions P.52
1. 1.Main Ideas
How to train a dog satisfactorily?
Training a pet like a dog is easy, yet
training a perfect one may be not!!
Could an animal(Dog) be a real member
of the family?
2. P.O.V: 1st: I brought him…….I could
drop...I sat on my bicycle
5. Time: Past
Tone: {Serious, Ironic and
Nostalgic
3. The Ascending order( From the least to the most)
4. Both, yet mostly subjective (He was one of those
dogs that gives dogs a good name.)
7. Think and share Ur ideas here!!
1.Can Childhood memories build his/her
own career future? How?
2. Could you recall your childhood? How
was it?
3.Have you ever had/chased your own
childhood memories to become it true?
8. My room in our Durham house was upstairs, under the eaves.
At night I could lie in bed beneath one of these eaves. if I sat up
suddenly, I was apt to whack my head a good one and read by
the light of a gooseneck lamp that put an amusing boa
constrictor of shadow on the ceiling. Sometimes the house was
quiet except for the whose of the furnace and the patter of rats
in the attic; sometimes my grandmother would spend an hour or
so around midnight yelling for someone to check Dick ,she was
afraid he hadn’t been fed. Dick, a horse she’d had in her days as
a schoolteacher, was at least forty years dead.
9. I had a desk beneath the rooms other eave, my old Royal
typewriter, and a hundred or so paperback books,
mostly science fiction, which I lined up along the
baseboard. On my bureau was a Bible won for
memorizing verses in Methodist Youth Fellowship and
a Webcor phonograph with an automatic changer and a
turntable covered in soft green velvet. On it I played my
records, mostly 45s by Elvis, Chuck Berry, Freddy
Cannon, and Fats Domino. I liked Fats; he knew how to
rock, and you could tell he was having fun.
10. 1. Main Idea:
2. Stated or implied?
3. The Details?
4. The literary Terms? Personification?
11. Heaps of Luck
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