I always wanted a dog since I was a little girl. Every year on my Christmas and birthday list, a dog would be on the top of the list. We could never get one because my mom had cancer and her doctor said her immune system was too weak and they did not want her to catch something from a dog. At the end of my freshman year of high school, my friend gave me a cold which turned into bronchitis which I passed on to my mother. We were both at the doctor and afterwards we went into the dog store. We always would go in to look but never got one. For some reason, my mom asked to hold a little white puppy. The woman took the dog out of his pen and the dog went crazy and ran around the whole store, happy to be taken out. After about five minutes of running around, he got tired and stopped. My mom picked him up and he fell asleep right in her arms. At this moment, my mother felt an instant connection. I, however, was not crazy about this dog because I had always wanted a Yorkshire Terrier because I thought they were the cutest dogs. The next day we went back and I got to see him and hold him for myself and I realized what a special dog he was. He let me hold him like he was a human baby. A day later, we took him home. He helped me through a very hard time in my life and became the one thing that could make me happy when I was feeling the worst.
Friday, September 16, 2011
English Assignment #1
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