Crazy dog

We were learning all about this crazy dog we had a photo that Mrs-barclay gave us and we had to recreate it in our own words so basically we got the picture and we had to basically make a story about it so here is  mine it may not be super amazing but I tried.

I found it easy to make the font and size a grate part in my writing I also found it easy to put my writing o to the post because I didn't need to put it on to a google slide.

I found it hard to make my words make sentences because I don't know when I started but when I did I didn't finish so when I went back I read throw it and it well didn't make sentes, I fixed it.

Next time I will add more detail to my words and not just use the same words over and over again.

Overall I really enjoyed making and finishing my writing about ''Crazy dog''

(It's not a true story) 

As I slowly walked throw the park I see lots of people by the sprinklers. I walk towards the pack of people and then I see something kind of funny...It’s a cute little dog playing with the sprinklers. I see everyone taking out there phones and cameras for a photo of the funny dog playing in the sprinklers so I take a quick photo of the funny gold dog. I wondered if the dog had a owner? I stayed for a few mins then I just keep walking on my day. Then that morning I woke up to hear something on my door..As I slowly walk towards it the sound gets louder and louder like a dog? Then I slowly open my door and see a dog race throw my house I try to get it but it's just to fast...Then I see it in my kitchen and so I slowly go towards it and see it eating my leftovers from last night’s dinner. Then I think was this dog the dog playing with the sprinkler at the park? I quickly rush to my bedroom and grab my camera from the draw and I look at the photo I took yesterday of the dog I saw in the park playing in the wet and cold sprinklers. I see the same colour hair eyes fer but no it can’t be or yes it could be I don’t know I said to my shelf. Ten I hear the cute dog coming to my bedroom and I see it with some meat in its mouth, I laughed as the dog was making funny faces at me, Then I say to my shelf hmmm does this dog have a name I go to the dog and see if it has a color but sadly it doesn’t so I named it bolte. Then next day bolte and I went for a walk throw the park is was a very windy day but we still went for a walk anyway. Then we just went home and relaxed and just had lots of fun, and so we did that throw out or lifes and we had so much fun t was awesome but not the part when you know you have to clean the...you know or should I say it? ok ill tell you what it is...it’s p...o...o! I hate cleaning boltes POO! Grosse but you know it’s ok throw out the years bolte and I became best friends forever.