Tuesday, November 1, 2016
The Best Day Ever
The day I got my first dog was the best day of my life. I was about 6 years old when I got home from school and it was also a week past my birthday. My grandfather had picked me up from school that day, he seemed happier than usual, like he was excited to do something. When we got home he surved me some food and went to his room. After about 10 minutes of finishing my food, I started to hear little barking sounds coming from my grandfathers room. After and little braking stopped my grandfather came out of his room with a cage. I got up from the couch and walked over to him. He said "Happy late Birthday" and with that he opened the cage. A small chihuahua ran out and jumped on me. I layed down on the floor and the little dog ran all over me, nipping and smelling me. The dog even grabbed my hair and started to drag me. I named her Coco after my favorite shaved ice flavor. After that day I came home everyday after school excited to play with my dog.
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Before, when I was little, I was extremely afraid of dogs (a dog almost bit my hand off once.) But then, in like 3rd grade, my dad brought home a chihuahua and we named him Coocoo. Like what people say when they think you're crazy. That day was when I got over my fear and after 3 days we gave him up because we were always busy to ever look out for him.
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