Question

In the summer of 1967, when I was ten years old,my father

caved into my persistent pleas and took me to get my own

dog.Together we drove in the family station wagon far into

the Michigan countryside to a farm run by a rough - hewn

woman and her ancient mother.The farm produced just one

commodity – dogs. Dogs of every imaginable size and shape

and age and temperament. They had only two things in

common : each was a mongrel of unknown and distinct

ancestry ,and each was free to a good home. I quickly

decided the older dogs were somebody else’s charity case.I

immediately raced to the puppy cage. ‘ You want to pick one

that’s not timid,’ my father coached. ‘ try rattling the cage

and see which ones aren’t afraid’.

I grabbed the chain link gate and yanked on it with a loud

clang.The dozen or so puppies reeled backward, collapsing on

top of one another in a squiggling heap of fur. Just one

remained. He was gold with a white blaze on his chest, and

he charged at the gate, yapping fearlessly. He jumped up and

excitedly licked my fingers through the fencing. It was love at

first sight.

Marley and Me by John Grogan

A. Complete the following statements.

(a). The dog farm was run by___________________________

(b).The author did not want an old dog

because__________________________________________

(c).He fell in love with the dog the moment the

latter_____________________________________________

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Answer 1

Answer:

a) hewn

b)He thought it was for charity causes

c)jumped on him

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