The construction next door seems to [ ]. I don’t hear the noise any more.
(1) have finished
(3) is finished
The construction next door seems to have finished. I don’t hear the noise any more.
Mr. Murat showed interest [ ] taking out a long-term loan to deal with the economic crisis his company is facing.
Mr. Murat showed interest in taking out a long-term loan to deal with the economic crisis his company is facing.
Chapter 3 The Obedience Class
When Marley was six months old, Dr. Jay, the animal doctor, told us about an obedience class.
We loved Marley very much, but he wasn’t an obedient dog. Every day he go bigger and stronger, and he didn’t listen to us. He jumped up on us. He grabbed things in the house and chewed them. When I bought flowers for Jenny, Marley ate them.
We met the teacher of the obedience class. She had a cold face and she didn’t smile.
“There are no bad dogs,” she said, “but there are some very weak people.”
The class was every Tuesday evening. We put Marley into the car and drove to the first class. When Marley saw the other dogs, he got very excited. A party! He jumped out of the car. I ran after him, but I couldn’t catch him. Marley sniffed every dog before I caught his leash.
“Take that dog back to his place in the line,” said the teacher. “Who is going to be his boss —- you or our wife?” said the teacher.
“I am,” I said.
“Me, too,” said Jenny.
“No,” said the teacher. “A dog can only have one boss.”
“OK,” said Jenny. “I’ll do it.”
The other dogs sat quietly in a line. Jenny took Marley to his place. I stood and watched.
Suddenly, Marley saw another dog at the end of the line. That dog looked interesting! He started to pull Jenny. She tried to stop him, but she couldn’t. Marley was stronger than Jenny, so he pulled her to the other dog. Then he sniffed around it.
“The dog thinks he’s the boss,” said the teacher coldly.
She started to teach the class “Sit!” and “Down!”
“Sit!” Jenny told Marley. But Marley didn’t want to sit. He jumped up and put his paws on Jenny.
After the class, the teacher said, “You have to be strong with that animal. You’re the boss. Show him that.”
When we got home, Jenny said, “You can take Marley to the class next week.”
The next Tuesday, Marley and I went back to the class. Jenny stayed at home. In the car, I said to Marley, “I’m the boss! You’re not the boss —- I’m the boss! Do you understand?” But Marley only looked at me and wagged his tail. Then he tried to chew my hands.
In this lesson, the dogs had to walk quietly next o us. It was very important lesson for Marley. When he went for a walk with Jenny and me, he always pulled us. The teacher gave us chains.
“Put the chain over your dong’s head.” She said. “When he pulls you, pull him back with it. It will hurt him, so he’ll stop pulling.”
I tried put the chain over Marley’s head but Marley, of course, got very excited. A new game! He grabbed the chain with his teeth. I tried again, but each time, Marley grabbed it.
In the end, I got the chain over Marley’s head and started to walk with him. When Marley pulled in front of me, I pulled him back with the chain. But then he pulled away again.
“Here,” said the teacher. “I’ll show you.”
She took Marley’s leash and stared to walk with him. Marley pulled the chain, and the teacher pulled him back. But then Marley pulled the chain again. This new game was great!
Then Marley saw me. He started to run to me and he pulled the teacher after him. She was very angry.
After class, the teacher said, “Your dog isn’t ready for this class. He’s too young. You can bring him ack in six or eight months.”
“Are you telling us that we have to leave the class?” I said.
“That’s right,” she said. “You have to leave.”
Because Marley couldn’t go back to the class, I started to teach him at home. But it was difficult. Marley wasn’t a fast learner.
We had another problem with Marley. In Florida, there were often thunderstorms. Marley was afraid of loud noises. He wet crazy in a storm. He broke things and made everything dirty.
After each storm, Marley quickly forgot about it. He was happy again and wanted to play. But in the next storm, the same thing happened. He was afraid, so he went crazy again.
We talked to Dr. Jay about the problem. Dr. Jay was young and he understood dogs very well.
“What can we do?” we asked. “When Marley gets crazy, he breaks things. One day, he’ll get hurt in a storm.”
“Marley is seven months old,” said Dr. Jay. “I’ll neuter him. Then he won’t get so excited. He’ll be a quieter, happier dong.”
I thought about that. “Oh,” I said.” I don’t really know ….”
“Yes!” said Jenny. “That’s a great idea!”
“Bring Marley here on our way to work,” said Dr. Jay. “It doesn’t take long. He’ll be ready by the afternoon. You can get him again on your way home.”
A week later, we took Marley to Dr. Jay. Marley ran from the house and jumped into the far. He was very happy. He loved go out with Jenny and me —- his two best friends.
Jenny drove and I sat next to her with Marley. He pushed at the window with his nose. He wanted to sniff outside the car. I opened the window and Marley put his nose outside.
“I feel sorry for Marley,” I said to Jenny. Then I looked at him. His front paws were out of the window.
“John,” said Jenny, “what’s Marley doing? Please be careful.”
“He’s fine,” I said. “He only wants to put his head outside.”
Marley put his head out of the window. Then suddenly, he pushed his front legs out, too. He tried to jump down on the road. But the road was very busy with cars.
“John!” shouted Jenny. “Hold him!”
Jenny tried to stop the car, but she couldn’t. the other cars drove around us very fast. It was very dangerous. Now Marley’s front paws were down on the road. He ran next to the car. I grabbed him by his tail and Jenny stopped the car.
“Now what?” I shouted.
I couldn’t pull Marley back into the car. I couldn’t open the door. I couldn’t get my other arm out. And there were cars all around us. The other drivers looked us angrily.
Jenny opened her door and got out of the car. She ran around it and grabbed Marley. I opened my door and got out, too. In the end, we got Marley back into the car.
When we got to Dr. Jay’s, I took Marley inside. He sniffed everywhere, then he pushed over a table with magazines on it.
I gave Marley’s leash to Dr. Jay.
“Please neuter him as quickly as possible,” I said. “Please.”
That evening, when I took excited and crazy. He moved quietly and slowly
“Good,” I thought.
Chapter 2 Life with Marley
For the next three days, I played with Marley. I lay on the floor and he climbed on me. He followed me everywhere, and he tried to chew on everything.
When jenny came back from Disney World, she played with Marley, too. She held him and petted him. She got up in the night and took him outside. Most of all, she gave him food. Marley ate three large bowls of puppy food every day. He got bigger all the time. His head and his paws were very large, and his tail was thick and heavy. When he wagged his tail, he pushed everything onto the floor —- magazines and glassed, and phones.
Marley loved to grab things and hold them in his mouth. He grabbed things from the floor and from the dining-room table. He grabbed shoes, pens, bottle tops, and many other things.
“All right, what have you got this time?” I asked. When I opened his mouth, I always found something new inside.
Every morning, I took Marley for a walk on the beach. Then I put him in the garage with a bowl of water and some playthings, after that, I went to work. I always said, “Be a good boy, Marley!” jenny came home at lunchtime and gave him food.
In the evening, we took Marley down to the beach again. But our walks weren’t easy. Marley ran in front of us and pulled on his leash. We pulled him back, then he pulled us again. He went this way and that way, and he sniffed everything.
We tried to teach Marley, “Come! Stay! Sit! Down! No!” But he didn’t listen to us. He was like an excited child. But every day he got bigger and stronger.
“I killed the plant, but I’m good with Marley,” Jenny said happily.
One day, Jenny invited a friend to our house. Her friend brought her old dog, Buddy, with her. Buddy wand Marley ran and played. Then they were tired, so they lay down in the yard.
Some days later, Jenny was with Marley when she said, “Come and look at this, John”!
I looked, and I saw something small and black in Marley7s fur.
“Oh, no!” I said. “Marley has fleas.”
They were on his paws, inside his ears, and under his tail.
“Buddy had fleas and he gave them to Marley,” said Jenny angrily.
She ran out and got into her car. Half an hour later, she came back with bags of chemicals. First, she washed Marley’s fur with the chemical. Then she put him in the garage and cleaned the house carefully. I cleaned the yard. Every day after that, we looked in Marley’s fur, but we couldn’t see any more fleas.
Some weeks later, Jenny said, “John, I’m going to have a baby!”
“That’s wonderful,” I said. I was very happy. We were ready for a baby now.
Then Jenny said, “But will those chemicals be a problem?”
“What chemicals?” I asked. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t you remember? I used very strong chemicals when Marley had fleas. They can’t be good for a baby,” she said.
She talked to her doctor about the chemicals.
“It’s all right, Jenny,” he said. “Everything will be OK.”
Jenny got up early every day and took Marley for a walk. She ate lots of fruits and vegetables. After ten weeks, she and I saw the doctor again.
“Would you like to see your baby?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” we said. We felt very excited.
The doctor took us into a room at the back and Jenny lay down. He moved something over Jenny. On a machine next to him, we could see something like a small gray bag. But we couldn’t see a baby inside.
“Is there anything in there?” asked Jenny.
After a time, the doctor said quickly, “I’m very sorry, Jenny. Your baby’s dead.”
I felt sick. I sat and held Jenny’s hand. We didn’t say anything for a long time. When the doctor left, I put my arms around my wife. Later, I took her home. She was very quiet in the car. Her eyes were red, but she didn’t cry.
Back home, Jenny went into the dining-room and sat down quietly on a chair. I got Marley from the garage. He was very excited. He jumped up and wagged his tail. He wanted to play.
“Not today, Marley,” I said sadly.
Marley ran int the yard. He came back into the house and drank water from his bowl. Then he ran into the dining-room and I followed him. But at the door of the dining-room, I stopped.
I saw a wonderful thing. Marley stood quietly in front of Jenny with his tail between his legs. He put his big head on her legs. He looked at her with his large eyes and made small cries.
“Marley understands,” I thought.
Jenny petted his head and put her face in his fur. Then, suddenly, she began to cry. I went to them and put my arms around them. The three of us stayed there for long time —- Jenny, Marley and me.
Chapter 1 The New Puppy
My name is John Grogan and I love dogs. When I was ten years old, my father gave me my first dog. I called him Shaun.
Shaun was my best friend. He went everywhere with me and he was very obedient. When I called him, he dame to me. He played with me and he walked next to me without a leash. In the car, he sat next to me quietly.
After many years, Shaun died. He was fourteen years old. By the time, I wanted to get another dog, but it had to be as wonderful as Shaun.
Some years later, I moved to Florida and married Jenny. Jenny and I had jobs with newspapers. We were very happy. We were young and in love, and life was wonderful.
One day, I bought a plant for Jenny. It was very large, with beautiful white flowers. Jenny loved it – maybe too much. Every day, she gave it water. In the end, the plant got sick and died.
Some days later, I woke up early. Jenny wasn’t in bed. I found her at the table with a newspaper. She had a red pen in her hand.
“Jenny,” I said, “what are you doing?”
She showed me the newspaper. It was open at a page of ads.
“Look at this, John,” she said.
I saw an ad with a big red line under it:
Beautiful Labrador puppies. Five weeks old.
“I can’t forget about that plant,” Jenny said. “Why couldn’t I look after a plant? I only had to give it water, but I killed it.” She looked sad, but then she smiled. “I can’t look after a plant, but maybe I can look after a dog. And later, maybe I’ll be ready for a baby.”
I thought about that. Jenny and I wanted to have children one day, but we loved dogs, too. Our little house was a good place for a dog. We lived near a park and near a beach. And the house had a big yard with lots of trees.
“OK,” I said. I put my arms around Jenny. “Let’s get a dog.”
So some days later, we drove to the address in the ad. The house was in the middle of some woods. A woman came to the door and there was a beautiful yellow Labrador with her.
“I’m Lori,” said the woman. “And this is Lily. Who’s the puppy’s mother.”
“Where’s the father?” I asked.
“Oh,” said Lori. “Sammy Boy?” He’s —-er—-around here somewhere.” Then she said quickly, “Do you want to see the puppies?”
Lori took us into a room behind the kitchen. There were a lot of newspapers on the floor, and a large box by the wall. In the box were nine yellow puppies.
“Oh!” cried Jenny. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
We sat on the floor with the puppies. One little puppy really liked us. He climbed up our shirts and looked into our eyes. “The puppies are$375 each.” Said Lori. “But you can have that puppy for $350.”
I stood up and turned away from the puppies. Then I turned back quickly and shouted loudly. The other puppies ran away. But the little puppy ran to me and climbed over my shoes.
“That’s our puppy,” Jenny laughed.
I heled him in front of my face. I looked at him and he looked at me. He had very large brown eyes. I gave him to Jenny, and she held him, too.
“I think he likes us,” I said.
We paid Lori for him.
“Come back for him in three weeks,” she said. “He’ll be eight weeds old so you can take him then.”
We thanked Lori and said goodbye. On our way to the car, I put my arm around Jenny.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” I said. “We got our dog.”
“Yes,” she said. “I can’t wait to bring him home.”
Sunday, we heard a loud noise in the woods. Something ran out of the trees —- large and yellow. It was a big Labrador. But this dog was very different from Lily. This dog was wild and dirty. It had a crazy look in its eyes. It ran quickly past us, and around the back of the house.
“I think,” I said slowly, “that’s Dad.”
Jenny and I tried to think of a name for our puppy, but each of us liked different names.
One morning, we heard a song by Bob Marley, the Jamaican singer, on the radio. Bob Marley was dead, but people played his music, too.
Suddenly, at the same time, we shouted, “Marley!”
“That’s it!” I cried. “That’s his name. Marley!” Jenny smiled.
Some days later, Jenny’s sister called her from Boston.
“We’re visiting Disney World next week with the children,” she said. “Would you like to come with us?”
Jenny wanted to go to Disney World very much. “But I won’t be here when Marley comes home,” she said.
“That’s OK,” I said. “I’ll go and get Marley.”
A week later, Jenny left for Orlando. That evening after work, I drove to Lori’s house. Marley was a very large puppy now.
“He eats a lot,” said Lori.
“Are you ready for your new home, Marley?” I said. I used his name for the first time and it felt right.
Marley sat next to me in the car. He tried to climb on me, but each time, he fell back on the floor. In the end, he climbed up and sat on me. He wagged his tail happily.
When we got home, I took off his leash. Marley began o sniff. He went around the house and sniffed everything. Then he sat back and looked at me with his large brown eyes.
I could read Marley’s thoughts: This place is great. But where are my brother and sisters?
I took Marley to the garage, next to the house. It was a warm, dry room.
“Marley,” I said. “this is your room now.”
I put some newspapers down on the floor. I put some playthings down, too. Then I put some water in a bowl and made a bed from a large box. ”You’re going to sleep here,” I said. I put Marley into the box. He looked sadly up at me. I went back into the house and closed the door. I stood and listened. I could hear nothing. Then I heard a cry — and then another cry. The cries got louder and louder.
When I opened the door again, Marley stopped Marley stopped crying. I petted him for some time. Then I left again and closed the door. Marley started cry again.
I was very tired, so I went to my bedroom. My bedroom wasn’t near the garage, but I could hear Marley’s cries. I felt sorry for him. His family wasn’t there.
After I got into bed, I listened to Marley’s cries for half an hour. Then I got up and went back to the garage. Marley stopped crying and wagged his tail. I carried his box int my bedroom and put it on the floor next my bed. Then I got into bed and put my hand down into the box. Some minutes later, Marley was asleep. I slept, too.