I was walking up my street when I heard the wild barking of our dog. I shouted for him. I was very glad to see him bounding toward me with all his old vim and vigor. I said to myself that I knew he wasn't dead all the time. We played in the front yard. He barked just as loud as ever and looked black and shiny as before. I could hardly believe he was alive. Interpretation Our dog died Friday morning, November 28th and we all felt pretty bad about it. We had him since he was three weeks old and he died at the age of l4 years. Although he was old, he died more of pneumonia than anything else, I think. He had a bad cough that sounded as if he was choking. We asked the veterinarian about it and he told us to give the dog cough medicine. We did this, but I still have a guilty conscience that I didn't do enough to make him well. This must have been preying on my mind. Answers to questions 2. Perplexed, anxious, surprised, happy3. Participant4. Both5. My street and front yard6. Never before7. Black and white of dog