a return to NY and shakespear

So it's Thursday and I am still recording my childhood over at Mommy's piggy Tales.. Today's installment is ...5th grade

I came home from school in the humid Florida weather, one day and noticed all my mother's plants were missing. I noticed more things missing in the following weeks.
  Another day after school my mother sat at the table taping boxes I peeked at the address and she was mailing them back to NY to my grandmother's home.
  An entire week went by and again I came home from school to find my mother pacing the floor in the front room. She told me that we would be leaving for the airport in 30 minutes.. Where were WE going? We never had any money or took any vacations???? She replied curtly,"NY". I ran into my room to pack my bag... but my clothes were gone from there drawers, my mother did it for me. I noticed my posters were gone.. My lamp was gone... all that remained was my Large wooden dollhouse. My dollhouse and the people inside had been my friends since the first Christmas I came to Florida. My grandmother had the house made special for me, and mailed it to me.. as a surprise gift.  I asked my mom when would we back... She told me we were not coming back?? I asked her for one more box to pack my dollhouse and a label.. to address it  to NY."I sold your dollhouse to the girl you like, the little girl... she's 6 she was so excited.. aren't you happy to make another little girl happy.?" She continued by saying," I had to sell all my plants." Big fat tears fell down my cheek, I turned my head so my mother would not see. I did not speak to my mother in the taxi, the airport or the car ride back to my grandmothers.


  Back at my grandmothers I resumed Sunday Morning breakfasts, stories with my grandmother, playing restaurant... and climbing my birch.. In one week I would go back to my old elementary school. I couldnt' wait to see all my old friends.. a few who had written me in Florida.
  The homecoming was not the one I had dreamed about.. the kids had grown  up, gotten new clicks, and the mathematics had gotten much harder.. and no one cared that I knew Spanish.  I couldn't even tell the time, or my times tables. It was so embarrassing. I had so many friends in Florida, even moving twice, I also was a A student in Florida, even in Math. It was not the same in NY I had no neighbors close by to stop by and play with daily and I was so behind in my studies... My grandmother sensed my loneliness and in her mind.. she thought a puppy could fix anything.. IT almost did.  ( Mathematics would prove to be a thorn in my side)

  One night my mother was out and my grandmother hopped into my canopy bed.. with the newspaper.. she had an ad circled... It read:
New Liter of Gorgeous AKC black standard poodle puppies
Friendly temperaments, sweet personalities
Great family dogs
Champion bloodlines



  We talked about getting up Saturday morning and taking the long drive in the country to find a new puppy. So it was decided...
We arrived at a lovely old farm house with a large rolling backyard.. peppered with many kennels in the back.
 The older women met us at the door and said she would let 5 out at a time for us to study and decide on.
The little clumsy black poodles began to rush out of there kennels, all of them shooting in different directions. Some puppies ran into one another, one came to greet my grandmother and took off, a little social one. I heard a chorus of barks as one of the puppies was "talking " to another. One puppy ran along a small sidewalk and I could hear his or her paws as they made a tapping sound on the cement. I saw another puppy

chasing a dragonfly. I went to see that puppy. The women told me that one was a girl. The puppy began to follow me around and chase me as I ran... I had to sit on the grass and take a break and I listened to her persistent puppy panting. My grandmother had her eye on a male dog, his name was Keeper of the Peace.. I asked the lady what the girl dog's name was and she said," She is Muchado about nothing "My grandmother  a few years earlier had read Shakespear to me before bed, but it had been 2 long years ago,, and I did not remember all of it.. but it was a sign.... and so I whispered to my grandmother that I wanted the girl... thus beginning my journey with my new best friend... and soon her brother joined us... and we had 2 standard black poodles. I was glad to have finally returned to NY... and now I had a puppy and knew some Shakespeare.