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One day my dog left me a pleasant surprise. Let’s just say it’s something with “nine lives.”

This dog is a very hyper dog. She is a Boston terrier named Maizy. Her fur is black & white. Age is five years old thirty- six in dog years. A good hunter she is and extremely hyper. We got her from my aunt.

A magnificent day I was having until I arrived on my porch to see a lifeless cat. At first I thought it was a chew toy but until I got close to it I could tell it was a cat. Most likely a present from my five-year-old dog. Two cats actually. Teeth showing, mouth foaming, was Maizy trying to protect her catch. My job was to put them in the garbage can. It is my brother‘s dog and technically I’m its owner because I take care of her half the time. Off to the garbage to dump the deceased cats in. When I came back I went to do my homework. After thirty minutes of doing my homework. Wanting to play basketball I grabbed my ball, and ran outside. I opened the door only to step over a mauled cat. Snarling, my dog was hovering over the dead cat.“Shoo” I demanded. Maizy bolted at a thousand miles per hour. Again I made a trip to the garbage can for a second time. That’s three in one day. “Unimaginable” I thought to myself. When I got back I let my brother’s dog in its kennel. Who would have thought a small little dog would be so fierce. I have learned that my dog is a good hunter. Sometimes I wonder what other things she attacks when I’m not around.