My Little Sis : The Best Day Of My Life

One of the questions I asked him was “When growing up, what was your first pet you ever encountered?”My dad’s reply was highly entertaining. He explained his story of his first pet. My dad started out with a brown and white hamster named Felix. His brother had a twin hamster named Frances. Soon, the hamsters both escaped, so my dad got a new hampster which he named Kinnikinnick. That hamster also escaped, so my dad got a third hamster called Kinnikinnick 2. Upon hearing this, I bursted out laughing, I couldn’t believe the names that my dad gave them as a child. My father laughed with me as he continued his story. My dad said that the first family pet was a Siberian Husky named Chinook

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.

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

Then we got Rex.. well he was a retired cop dog and I could literally ride him around. He lasted about 5 months then someone stole him. Then we got George Regan, well this dog was so stupid he'd pee on you every time you pet him. He ended up biting someone on dogwood.. I have no clue how he got that far or why.. but the peoples daughter he bit kept him.. or perhaps they killed him and didnt tell me? Well then we got Jack, he was a jack russel looked just like wishbone. I went to work with mom for some reason, and one of her coworkers had him on a leash out front, well I asked if I could pet him and she said of course he's yours! That was a surprise and sweet gift from the Barbara. We had him probably 7 years, he ate her peper spray once and went blind he sill could jump up to your neck. So we took him everywhere he was my best buddy. He was the only one she'd let me keep in the house ( 50% of the time). Then her and amanda backed over him on christmas eve one year (I might have already told you this) I was out at lavanias with the village and here comes amanda in crying, she throws off her wig

About two years ago my sister had taken in a dog named Morgan. At first I didn’t exactly agree with this because she already had a dog that she hardly took care of. When my sister brought Morgan home she was about two months old. I could still hold her in on had. And as I spent more time with her, she became my baby.

When I was in seventh grade I came home from school one day to find a dog in my room. “This is Rico,” my sister, Marissa, said. “Whose dog is this?” I asked with excitement. “He’s our dog now. My friend gave him to me because she is no longer able to take care of him,” she explained. Is this really happening? I have a dog? I began to approach him to pet him and he immediately began to bark.

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.

Lucy is a dog who has a very sad, scary, and different story. Having lost an eye, she is one odd puggle. I was only 2, but I have heard the story one too many times. So I feel as if the memory is my own.

Lucy likes to sit down with her grandchildren and recall the times in her life when she was a student in law school, her wedding or the fun times she shared with her husband raising her young family. These were all memories that carried Lucy through the tough times and she enjoyed sharing them with anyone who would listen.

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

After that, the lady led me to the room with the dogs. There were so many dogs, I wish I could adopt them all. There was one dog that I saw and I couldn’t resist adopting. Her name was Kokko and she was a newborn, she was brown and white and was also a chinnahua. She was hidden behind her kennel. I couldn’t resist because she was really sad and was really depressed in the kennel. I think that all the dogs in kennels are sad but this one was lonely cold and sad.

Once our family had some dogs. Then couple years later we decided to get rid of them. Then we got a little terrier named Luna. Luna was about 8 weeks old. We played with her all the time. Luna was white, tiny, cute, and smart. Then about 2 months later, we went to our moms. Then we came home, and we see a little pup, and it was a(n) American and old English bull dog named Buster. Buster was 7 weeks old.

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We

On July 29, 2016 I drove into the parking lot of a hotel. I felt so many emotions as we pulled up to a lot filled with so many people with smiles on their faces. I was picking up my fourth puppy to raise to someday be a guide dog for somebody visually impaired. I had been assigned a puppy, but I did not know his name. All I had been told was that he was a male yellow lab, and his name started with the letter Y. Naturally, I had put together a list of over 100 name possibilities, and I anxiously awaited to hear what my companion for the next year would be called. Finally, the moment arrived when a small yellow ball emerged from the doors of the puppy truck, a large van used to transport puppies. I could not contain my excitement. He was handed to me as I was told his name. “Yukon.” It was so incredibly beautiful to hold this little being in my arms knowing that

A couple days later Mathis, our other dog, was very depressed. He had also lost his best friend. There was no more playing, wrestling, and cuddling. Because Mathis was so depressed, we decided to get a new dog. We searched for a new bull dog online, and my sister spotted one she liked. He had neat cow spot like fur with a rolled up tail that looked like a cinnamon roll. We all agreed that we had to get him.