Warning: This entry is purely for killing time.
Since young, I've always wanted a dog. I don't care how ugly or big he was. I just wanted one but my mom was always objecting to it, claiming that he will mess up the place. 2 years ago, after I lost someone close to me, it became clear to her that I was all alone and she didn't want me to be alone. So it only took me like 1 day of persuading before she agreed to having a dog in a house.
I was so excited at the thought of having a dog. My very own puppy to play with. I dragged my mom to the dog farm and we looked at all the puppies they had. This one particular puppy was very quiet. He just sat in one corner and looked at me with pathetic eyes that seem to say 'Please buy me'. The shopkeeper took him out for me to see and it was love at first sight. He was white, fluffy and cute. Although he was ridiculously expensive, my mom agreed to buying him since she saw how much I loved him.
That very day, we brought him back and I named him Scooby. For the first few days, he kept crying in the night and I had to wake up just to hush him. At first, I was thinking to myself.. was it the right decision to get a dog? There was so much responsibility and I was the one who had to clear up after him and all.
He was the baby of the house. Everyone played with him and spoilt him to nuts. A year has passed since then and he's now the typical pampered dog. Lying on either the sofa or his bed, waiting for someone to play or feed him. Yet, he didn't lose that puppy cuteness in him. He still looks like a puppy and everyone loves him.
I <3 Scooby!
Posted by ang3l-ham at 12:22 PM
