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Hi, everyone! Antonia here, and I promised that I would do an makala like this. I know that several of wewe have done this for your pets, past and present. This time, I'm doing one of my three dogs. Here it goes.

1. What are your pets' names? Their names are Roxy, River, and Roscoe.

2. What kind of pets are they and what breeds? Roxy is a Staffordshire ng'ombe terrier (a Pit ng'ombe breed). River is a Siberian Husky. Roscoe is a Gerberian Shepsky (German Shepherd/Siberian Husky mix).

3. How long have wewe had your pets? I've had Roxy since February 2009, so I've had her for ten whole years. I've had River since late May 2017, so it will be two years in May. I've had Roscoe since October, I think, so it's been four months.

4. How did wewe get your pets? Roxy had to go to a new home, because her owner was moving to a place that didn't allow dogs, so I adopted her. River was rescued from an abusive owner as a puppy. Roscoe's story is similar to Roxy's. The only difference is Roscoe's owner's apartment allowed dogs, but his owner didn't have time for him anymore.

5. How old are your pets? Roxy is ten and a half. She'll be eleven on August 7. River is one and ten months. She'll be two on April 6. Roscoe is almost ten months old. He'll be one on April 28.

6. What are some quirky things about your pets' personalities? Roxy likes lettuce. Most mbwa won't even touch it. River is a relatively quiet dog, even though Siberian Huskies are known for being vocal. She only howls when excited, and she'll occasionally "talk" to me. She never ever barks. Of course, Huskies aren't typically barkers. Roscoe plays dead to get out of doing things he'd rather not do, like going to the vet, but he cannot do it convincingly, because he never stays still. He also has a habit of opening one eye to see if anyone is buying it. Another quirk of Roscoe's is he loves to get in the bathtub au the shower. If you're taking a kuoga au a bath, wewe better keep the bathroom door closed, au Roscoe's coming in.

7. What does your relationship with your pets mean to you? Everything, enough said.

8. What are some of your inayopendelewa past times with your pets? I upendo walking and hiking with my dogs. I also enjoy chilling in the backyard with them.

9. What nicknames do wewe call your pets? I tend to call Roxy "Roxy Loxy". I can't help it. I sometimes call her "Miss Alpha", because she's the alpha of the dogs. I often call River "Little Girl", even though she's not so little anymore. She's actually big in comparison to Roxy, but I've had that nickname for River since she was a puppy. I also call her "Little Sweetheart" and "Rivs". I sometimes tend to call Roscoe "Roscoe Bosco". Most of the time, I call him "Big Goof".

There wewe have it. I hope wewe can take pleasure in learning about my dogs. If wewe didn't enjoy it, please be respectful. If wewe can't do that, then, as my dear friend Paul would say, piss off!

Peace and love,
-Antonia
It was August 2015. My Marafiki and I started the tenth grade, our sekunde mwaka of high school. The school mwaka was mostly good. When Glenn turned seventeen, I came to his birthday party. After the party, he said, "I want to tell wewe that I upendo you." I said, "I upendo you, too, Glenn." We hugged. Unfortunately, there were some bad points in the year. In the Spring, I Lost my first dog, Diesel. I woke up one morning, and all my mbwa were at my bedroom door except Diesel. It wasn't like him to go off kwa himself, so I decided to see if he was okay. I found him lying in the living room. He wasn't...
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It was the summer of 2015. One day, Glenn came to me in a state of excitement. He said, "I have some really good news!" I said, "Oh, my. What is it, Glenn." He said, "My parents got tickets for them and for me to see Motorhead!" I said, "Glenn, that's wonderful!" He said, "Yeah. It really is." On the siku he was supposed to leave, he came up to me crying. "Glenn, are wewe okay?" I asked. "What's wrong?" He said, "My grandfather just died." I hugged my dear friend and said, "I'm so sorry, Glenn." Later, I insisted on flying to Liverpool with him and his parents. His mother asked, "Are wewe sure...
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Pretty soon, it was time to start school again. My Marafiki and I were starting the ninth grade, our first mwaka of high school. Glenn and I were particularly nervous. One day, some bullies surrounded Glenn. The ring leader asked, "What's up with the cheesy accent?" He said, "I'm from Liverpool, England." The ring leader said, "Oh, you're from the town of those insects. That explains your trashy haircut. wewe should be beaten for that!" I said, "Don't wewe dare beat my friend! If wewe want to beat up someone, do it to me." The bullies gathered around me. "Autumn, no!" Glenn cried. I said, "I'd rather...
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The summer of 2014 was perhaps one of the most touching summers in the eighteen years of my life. I decided that it was time for me to admit to Glenn that I used to practice self-harm. I said, "Glenn, I think it's time wewe know the truth about my scars." He asked, "What's the truth?" I said, "Before we met, I was a constant target for bullying." He said, "I know you've been bullied, but I don't think wewe told me the details." I said, "Well, the bullies would often abuse me verbally and physically. To cope, I would take a pocket knife, and I cut." This made Glenn cry. He said, "I'm so sorry....
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The eighth grade was the worst school mwaka for me. There were a few good parts, but it was mostly bad. First, I had two people who alisema they were my Marafiki betray my trust. There was one girl I told about having endometriosis. I told her about having treatments that failed, so I finally got a hysterectomy over the summer. I told her out of confidence. One day, I went in the bathroom. I found written on one of the stalls, "Autumn is a slut puppy." To make matters worse, other people knew about it. All I heard that siku was, "Look! There's the slut puppy!" I fell into Glenn's arms and cried....
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The seventh grade had good and bad points. In the beginning of the year, Glenn, Joann, and I were heading to our first class. Suddenly, a boy our age ran into Glenn, and both of them fell to the floor. "Bloody hell!" Glenn exclaimed. "Slow down!" The other boy said, "Oh, I'm so sorry about that." He sounded as if he was out of breath. Glenn suddenly became concerned and asked, "Are wewe all right?" The other boy said, "I'm trying to get away from them." A group of bullies started coming in our direction. Glenn got up. He asked, "What are we going to do, Autumn?" I said, "I don't know." Joann...
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During the summer, we got a new neighbor. He was a horrible man. He was a gun-slinging, bible-thumping individual if I've ever seen one. He once threatened to kill Glenn because of his haircut. I told him, "If wewe kill Glenn, wewe better make plans for me to kill you!" He never threatened to kill Glenn after that. I wish I could say that was the worst thing he did. One day, Glenn was visiting with me. I went outside for something, and the nasty neighbor took his shotgun and shot me in the upper thigh. I fell to the ground, and I was in a lot of pain. My aunt and uncle rushed out. My uncle took...
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It was January, and the school mwaka picked back up. Glenn was still on crutches, but he was doing better. At one point, we saw some bullies picking on the new kid. Glenn said, "Come on. Let's get those bullies away from her." I said, "Good idea! I can't just stand and watch someone get bullied." The poor girl was already in the floor. The bullies were ready to beat her. Glenn alisema to the bullies, "Back off! I've got crutches, and I'm not afraid to use them!" The bullies backed away. I helped the girl to her feet. "Are wewe okay?" I asked. She said, "Yeah. Thanks for standing up for me." I said,...
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A few months passed, and Glenn and I were becoming ever closer. One day, we got into an argument. I don't remember why we were arguing. I do remember that I went nyumbani crying. Later, when I had calmed down, I decided to go over to Glenn's nyumbani to make up with him. I rang the doorbell, and his mother answered. I said, "I need to talk to Glenn. I want to make up with him." She said, "I'll tell him you're here." A few moments later, she came back and said, "He's gone." I was in shock. "Gone?!" I cried. "What do wewe mean gone?" She said, "He's not here. He must've run away." I said, "I'll help you...
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Some time passed, and Glenn and I were becoming close friends. One day, we had a bad siku at school. The siku started out fine, but it ended badly. During the last class of the day, one of my classmates started insulting me. Glenn alisema to her, "You're lucky that boys can't hit girls. If they could, you'd be the first one I'd hit." She said, "But girls can hit boys." He said, "Go ahead. Hit me." She punched him in the mouth. I saw a tooth fly across the room. Glenn put his finger where the tooth was supposed to be. He saw some blood and fainted. I was really scared. Up until then, I had never...
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It was September 25, 2011. It was a Sunday afternoon. I was outside, soaking up crisp air. Just then, I noticed some people were moving into the house across the street. We were getting new neighbors. I noticed there was a kid about my age at the house. I decided to go over and introduce myself. I calmly walked over to him. I said, "Hi, there. I'm Autumn. It's nice to meet you." He said, "Hi. I'm Glenn. It's nice to meet you, too." I noticed he had an English accent. I said, "Great accent!" He said, "Thank you. I'm from Liverpool, England." I said, "Like the Beatles?!" He said, "Yeah, like...
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After weeks of getting bullied, I was beginning to lose hope. I really needed a way to cope with my sadness. I looked at my Siberian Husky, Diesel, and said, "I wish wewe could talk. wewe could tell me what to do." He could make noises that sounded like he was talking, but he couldn't talk like a person. One day, I saw a pocket knife, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I made some cuts on my leg. It really hurt, but the pain gave me something to focus on other than how lonely I was. It made me forget about all the bullying....for a brief period. I kept doing it. I later heard a song by...
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When I started the sixth grade, things seemed to be going smoothly. At lunch time, a group of kids invited me to sit with them. I thought, I'm going to have new friends. Yay! I told them about growing up in Illinois. They didn't make fun of my accent. They explained that the Midwestern accent is the accent that doesn't offend anyone. That's why most newscasters are Midwestern. I said, "Okay. Cool." One of them asked, "What kind of muziki do wewe listen to?" I told them, and I named a few bands that I liked. Another one of them said, "It's not 1980. Those bands shouldn't be a thing anymore." I...
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When I started the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I heard that the fifth grade teacher was really mean. I thought, Is it possible that she could be worse than my fourth grade teacher? I told my aunt about my fears. She said, "Autumn, don't worry, dear. Maybe she's nice. Just give her a chance, okay?" I said, "Okay." On the first siku of school, the teacher noticed my Beatles t-shirt. She said, "Darling, I upendo wewe already!" I said, "Okay, then." I had recently gotten glasses, because I had trouble seeing without them, especially from a distance. Some of the kids called me "glasses". She said,...
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I thought that fourth grade would be good. I thought that when I switched school districts, I would have Marafiki for once. Boy, was I wrong! Fourth grade was one of the worst school years for me. My teacher was the meanest, most hateful human being on the planet. She never hurt me physically, but she was very verbally abusive. One day, during a math lesson, I got a swali wrong. She took her ruler, pointed it at me, and said, "Class, at the end of this ruler is an idiot." I felt hurt, but I didn't lose it. "Which end?" I sneered. She said, "You damn bitch! onyesha some respect when wewe talk...
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All too soon, I started school. I was actually pretty eager to start. I thought I would make some friends. Instead, I was bullied. When I was five years old, my aunt noticed that I was lonely. She decided to get a puppy to keep me company. She found a local breeder selling Siberian Husky puppies. She took me there to meet the puppies. They were all so cute. I couldn't choose one. I never did, because ONE puppy chose me. He had rust red and white fur, manyoya and piercing blue eyes. The breeder said, "I think he likes you." We took him home, and I named him Diesel, after one of the mbwa from the movie,...
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I am proud to say that I have a few good friends. They have been so good to me. They see past my scars. Unfortunately, my life wasn't always this good. This is my story. I was born in 1999. When my mother was pregnant with me, she learned that she had cancer. She refused treatment and chose to have me instead. She wanted me to have an opportunity to see the world, to grow and to learn and make friends. When I was born, I turned out to be exceptionally healthy. I was told my mother's last words to my father were "Promise me you'll take care of our little girl." He smiled and said, "I promise."...
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posted by Peaceandlove67
Before I begin, I'd like to thank 80smusiclover1 for the inspiration.

1. I am generally optimistic, but I wasn't always like that. I had a little help from my friends, especially RocknRollSoul60.

2. When I'm feeling really happy, I tend to start sentences with "dude" and end them with "man." For example, "Dude, I just got a discount on that Beatles CD, man."

3. My least inayopendelewa color is pink. I don't dislike pink, but I'm not crazy about it. You'll never see me wearing a pink t-shirt.

4. I rarely wear long sleeves. Sometimes I'll wear a sweater over one. I typically wear a leather koti, jacket in the...
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Despite the fact that Louise was kicked out the the hate group, she still had the attitude of one. My parents had to go out of town for a weekend. At one point, Louise began beating me. She then left the house. I packed up some things and went to Gavin's house. Gavin answered the door. I said, "Gavin, I just came to say goodbye." He looked at me curiously and asked, "Where are wewe going?" I said, "I'm running away." He became wide-eyed. He said, "Please don't run away! That will only end in disaster. wewe might get hurt au worse!" I said, "It doesn't matter." He said, "Quinn, it does matter....
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