My Dad - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

When my sister and I got home and there was a tiny crate in the corner of the living room. I asked my mom, “Are we getting a puppy today?” “I guess you’ll have to wait and see” she said.

as we packed our stuff, I saw a dog come up to us and beg for food, so we fed him and we went to the wagon. as we were going the dog decided to follow us! My Father then picked him up and put him in our wagon.

At last we made it. We were at the place. I was jumping with excitement. Then we went in the place there was 5 puppies in the house. They were so fuzzy. Since we took them outside one of them followed me and my dad. That’s how we pick out our puppy. On the way home, we were passing him around so everyone would see him. When it was my turn he fell asleep on my lap. My mom said to just leave him on my lap so he wouldn’t wake up.

My golden retriever dog, Cassie came into the room wagging her tail happy to see me. Cassie stares at me wanting to play a game of tug of war. I encourage my dog to hop onto my bed and she does so. Cassie spins in a circle and lays down. She stares out and over the stairs waiting for my mom and dad to walk up the loud stairs and say goodnight to me and my sister.

I remember it was raining that day. The ground was wet and the air was cool and there was a nice summer breeze. When i got home i drank a lot of water and eat some food i took from the party. I was very happy to get my black belt. My mother said she wanted to give me a gift, I asked her what type of gift. She told me she wanted to get one of the neighbors puppies. We rushed to the store and went to go get a dog bed a toy and food and water bowl.We bought this fake grass mat, it’s supposed to train the dog. Two hours after the neighbor came with the dog who was extremely excited to meet new people.He was small and a brownish color with very fluffy fur. Nice brown eyes and a curled tail.The dog was a poodle so his ears were floppy.He jumped on my leg and started licking my hand.I pet him, i was excited to play with him i took his toy which was a duck and too large for him at the

When they told me about adopting a furry little creature, I was completely ecstatic; I loved dogs and had wanted one ever since I first tried to pet one on the street. This time, I was completly fine with my parents making a decision for me; now this was the best surprise. So a week later, I convinced my parents to visit the nearest dog shelter. As we entered, we saw about 20 enclosure each containing a dog. None of the dogs looked or sounded alike; some were fluffy, spotted, tiny, or even bigger than me. We walked down the hall of dogs and I spotted a furious, little puppy. I read the card on the front of the gate and found that this adorable dog was a poodle and his name was Gucci; the dog was also only a year and two months. But the most interesting part about the small puppy was not on his information card. Instead, it was on his front left leg; his leg was encased in a bright red cast, so he was healing from a broken leg. Soon after, my parents and I realized that Gucci was healing from something much worse than a broken leg.

The Breeder meets us and says to my mom “well ya’ll puppy dawg is right through ear.” As soon a she opened her mouth I was questioning getting our dog from here. We follow her into the dog house that’s where all of the different breeds of dogs are and end up all the way at the end. She hands us the puppy. He was a Tricolored cocker spaniel and had big front paws and the cutest little eye brows that I fell In love with. She gives it to my mom first and then my mom gives him to me. Finally I got my dog and he was so cute and so soft. Now we need a name.

During the summer, when the sun would shine outside until about 8:30 in the evening, I would go over to my papa’s ranch every weekend. Upon arrival I would jump out of the car and run up the front steps to the door. The dogs would always be waiting at the door, two big blonde labs, a small russel terrier and a considerably smaller fox terrier. I would open the door and they’d tackle me down onto the porch and I’d fall into a fit of laughter. Papa would tell them to get off and I’d run in, hugging him as tight as a four year-old could. He’d pick me up and run into the kitchen.

It was a scorching hot day in July, my friend and I were cruising on the country out near her house, when we spotted an extra-large box near the side of the road. We pulled over to investigate and we were shocked to find four small puppies in the box. There were two tan colored females, one black male, and one brindle male. The puppies were filthy and whining. It was no question that we would not leave the precious puppies there. We decided quickly to load the box in the back of her car and head to town. We managed to find homes for three of the puppies. The last puppy went home with me. He was the cutest and the smallest of the liter. He was dirty and smelled bad but I was determined to find him a home.

When we got home I heard barks coming from the yard,I thought that was the neighbor's dogs buddy, a German shepherd,and Lucy, a golden retriever. But I decided to check the barking out, I open the door to the backyard.I saw a gorgeous chocolate lab with a ocean blue eyes,running towards me.I bend down to pet her silky fur,I could feel the warm sun on my face as I played with the puppy.I saw my dad smiling at me from the big oak tree,I cradled the puppy in my arms and walked over to my dad.I asked him “Is this puppy mine?” he

The minute I glanced at my soon-to-be dog, well more like puppy I knew he was the one. He was the tiniest thing ever. My eyes lit up. I was the happiest little girl.

One cloudy winter day I was playing in my backyard when my dad said that we are going to the store in Wichita. So I got in the truck with my family we drove to Wichita. Then we stopped at a house. My dad told me to get out of the truck with him and my mom. When we walked inside the house there was two puppies they were both females. I told my dad what was going on, he said that he was going to buy me my first dog. I felt happy and excited that I was finally going to get my first dog. But my dad said we were going to get a male but I thought they only had two female dogs. But then the woman walked out of a room with the only male they had. It was a litter of three dogs my dog was the youngest and the only male so I got him he

I hear the creak of the door as he walks out. The crunch as his boots step on the piles of snow seem to send a shiver up your back. As he gets into his off-colored white car, he waves to us as if it is the last time he might get to see us. When he starts to drive away, you can hear the click, click, click, as his car zooms away. We go back inside and my mom bursts into tears. The tears fall down her face one by one until she manages to calm herself. My dad left. For how long? We had no idea.

Where was I expected to go now that my father no longer wanted me living in his house? I remember asking myself this question over and over. I had just been dropped off, back in my home town, at my grandparent’s house after a long and excruciatingly quiet car ride. I had sat in the backseat of my father’s SUV, not a single word spoken between us. The entire time all I had to think about was where I would go once we arrive at our destination. I can’t stay with my grandparent’s for the next two years while I’m finishing high school, and there was no way I was going to return to his house if I was just going to be forced to leave again. I unwelcome there, so I knew that I would be living with my mother by the time school started, which was great, except for the fact that nothing is ever permanent with her. Spending time with her on the weekends as a child I remember it always seemed like she was at a different house, living with another friend, or back staying in the spare bedroom at my grandparent’s. It was always unknown to me where I was going to be going when I stayed with her. Half-way through her college career I was born, so her only choice was to quit school and get whatever job she could, in the hopes that one day she would be able to go back and earn her degree. I never realized the importance of attending college, neither one of my parents had attended or finished their higher education, all I heard about it was the debt I would accumulate if I decided to go to a