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My name is Tammy Shrable, and I am the owner of Ozark Bulldogs. Raising bulldogs is an enjoyable hobby of mine. When I decided I wanted to share the blessing for families to bring an English bulldog into their family; I pursued my grooming license to ensure my puppies got the best care possible. I already have a PhD in education and I have been employed in education for thirteen years. I have spent 12 years as a classroom instructor, district administrator, and curriculum director. I also have been instructing at the college level since 2004. I teach Master's and Specialist level courses to educators. I am a very educated person, so raising bulldogs is my enjoyment, my passion, my blessing. Being able to share such an enjoyment with other families, by providing them with a quality English bulldog puppy makes this wonderful experience fulfilling. My females and my puppies are a part of my family, and I secure a relationship with my new families so I am satisfied that they will receive the best of care and love when they leave me. As with any living thing, bulldogs require care and love, so make sure you know what type of responsibility your family is embarking upon before you make this great commitment.
I graduated with my Bachelor's from Southwest Baptist University,
my Master's from Southwest Baptist University, and my Specialist from William Wood University. My PhD is pending with
my dissertation. Aim high and you can accomplish any goal you set for yourself. Read with your children and help build their
vocabulary. Children with a significant vocabulary have shown to score higher on state achievement tests then their peers.
Displaying Student Writing The pitcher threw the first ball. Sweat beat down on him, pain seized his face. What was the call that caused him to become so painfully nervous? Then the shout came out, “STRIKE ONE”! He felt relieved that he had done that. They were at the bottom of the ninth inning. All he had to do was strike the batter out. Then he felt courage. He knew he couldn’t let his team down now. He mounted himself on the plate and threw the ball hurling forward. The pain again seized his face with great power. He felt like someone was standing behind him pushing him towards the edge; which led to a backstreet bellow “STRIKE TWO” called someone. The pitcher mounted again, shaking with the fear from the throw. Then he threw the third ball. Frustration hit him like fire and it soon felt like a knife had stabbed him in the back. Then it was over and the call was ………………………………………………………….. “YOU’RE OUT”! They had won the battle of fire. From that moment on when the team played a game, they were called the “firefighting” baseball team. That name gave way to the sharp knife pain that felt like fire in the pitcher’s back. He knew the saying was true, “Things happen for a reason”. By CiaraNovels Reading
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