by Sara Poremba
Dinky was my grandmas dog. He was a dachshund. He couldnt see hear or smell. He had trouble walking. But he was a hero, a good loving dog. One day while grandma was asleep, Dutchess a dachshund was about to have her puppies. But dutchess herself was in bad health about to die when having them . If Dinky hadnt done what he did the pups and Dutchess might have died. But he knew something was wrong so he barked and barked and woke my grandma. she ran down the stairs to see what was the matter and helped dutchess by taking her and getting the pups out. She lived and so did the pups. But dinky a few days later died. I dont know why but i think it was because he came to do what he did. All of us have a purpose on earth i guess that was dinks purpose.