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September 13, 2005
Metaphor Story
A couple summers ago my family and I went on a boat ride and Bambi playing in the forest. I was with my mom, dad, sister and our old dachshund, Salty Dog and the Brady Bunch singing. After visiting my grandmothers, we needed to stop for gas so we went to the Boothbay Boat Yard. My dad wanted to look at the boats put on shore. I was Tom Hanks in The Terminal for a little bit. Both my sister and I were The kids in The Breakfast Club during detention by this point. We were two hummingbirds at the same feeder too. “Hey! Freya, Catrina, come here!” My dad called to us. He was Chevy Chase in European Vacation. He was standing on the dock with a camera in his hand. I groaned, knowing the clock on the time bomb was ticking away with the camera. Catrina and I reluctantly made our way back over to the dock. “Here; get in the picture with Mama,” he instructed us. “This is the war in Iraq. Why do we have to take a picture?” I Tom Brokaw-ed. “Daddyyyyy…” Catrina whined. “Just one, ‘I’ll never let go, Jack’, my dad said as he squinted into the camera. As my dad took a second picture I though I heard a distant splash. “Hey, where’s Salty?” Catrina asked, apparently having heard the splash too, “I haven’t seen Dick Cheney in the White House for a while.” “Uhh, I just heard a splash. I hope that wasn’t him,” I said nervously, but already Catrina had started jogging down the pier, gazing over the railing. “Salty fell in the water! Daddy Marion Jones and the final 10 meters!” Catrina screamed. Sure enough, our 17 year old deaf, dumb, and blind dachshund had walked the plank, which was a good five feet above the water. My dad Marion Jones and the final 10 meters past Catrina, ‘We’re going streaking through the quad!’ as he went until he was on the dock. He dove into the water in, to my Howard Dean emitting heinous scream, only his Tom Cruise playing air guitar and began to swim towards Salty who was going around in World Trade Center 9/11/01 circles underneath the pier. He grabbed Salty and swam back to the dock. First kiss and I was very relieved Salty was okay, though quite shaken like a salt shaker. Both my sister and I were quite Carrie dropping the cake in wet cement by the sight of my dad jumping into the water in his Tom Cruise playing air guitar and we laughed and teased my dad. We still to this day Teletubbies being tickled over the event though I know we could have invariably lost Salty if it had not been for timing and my dad risking his dignity to save a very big cheese of the family.
Posted by lcisfreya at September 13, 2005 08:53 PM