Camping Compared To Staying In A Hotel

     I would rather camp than stay in a hotel for these simple reasons. Camping is out in the woods. I like that because I get to see lots of different animals. Another reason I like camping is that you get to sleep on the ground. When you're camping, you get to sleep in a camper, tent, or be illuminated under the stars. Camping is a alternative way to meet new friends, and get away from the house.
     Sleeping in a hotel is very unorthodox for my family because we work on the farm every weekend. Then twice or more a year we go to a hotel. In a hotel you get to go swimming, jump on the beds, or call room service. At a hotel you get to sleep in a bed unlike camping. When you're staying at a hotel it's in a city, I really don't like staying in cities because I am used to the quiet country.
     When you stay in a hotel or go camping you should have fun at both of those places. When you're staying at both of those places you do not sleep in your own bed. For me I go with my family to both of those places.

If You Give Patty A Treat

If you give my dog Patty a treat, she will assail anything that comes near her (in that case it's my cats). If she attacks a cat, she will get scolded. If she gets scolded, she will venture off. If she dawdles off, I get yelled at to find her. When I find her, she is wicked. If she is wicked, she digs up holes. If she digs up holes, I have to fill them in. If I have to fill them in, I yell at her. If I yell at her, my Grandpa will feel anguish for her, almost like she is practically at her death bed. If he feels deprives for her, he gives her a treat. If he gives her a treat, she assassinates cats for it. Then it starts all over again.
Total loss of cats: 5

My Morning

     My morning flows rapid as a river because I never get time to do what I need to do. The first thing I do in my mornings is get up at 6:30a.m., and lay in bed in tell 6:50a.m. Next, after I get up I go and look out side to see if it's anyway possible school would be canceled. Then, if it looks like an okay day, I go and find my clothes for the morning. When, I get my clothes on I find something that sounds succulent for breakfast.

     Now, I look in the pantry for something for my lunch, usually I find something luscious, but not always. After I wait for my mom to get ready, then we drive to the elementary school and wait for about 20 minutes. When were done waiting I get on the bus and sit in a seat. I sit in my seat while we pick up kids from town, after the bus ride I sit down in the cafeteria until the bell rings.

My Sheep

     My sheep's names are Bill as in a boy but she is a girl, my other sheep is Joan she is a girl too.

The last time I had ridden a sheep, it was last summer and I don't think I will do it again. It was a good, and a bad experience, the good part about it was that they did not bite like they usually do. The bad part about it was my cousin Brock fell of. When I was leading them around my little cousin was on Bill the tamest one we have, Joan the one who bunts, bucks, kicks, and bites we didn't decide to lead her. So here my cousin and I are leading this sheep around the cattle yard with my cousin on the top of it. When I thought she was leading good I gave Brock the string to control her. That second she found out that she was free she bolted of with Brock still on her back. She took him into the bottom of the barn and sat down in the corner. I was laughing until she bolted out of the barn and out into the pasture. I went out into the pasture and grabbed her halter. So far my sheep are coming up on the porch and putting poop everywhere. It's been the same lately so that's all I have for you.