I wondered if I was dreaming. In my grandmother's arms laid a beautiful, innocent puppy from heaven.Her chocolate colored eyes gleamed in the light. Her pink tongue looked moist and smooth, like an eraser. She licked me, causing my laugh to come out uncontrollably, in surprise. She had a button like nose, with white silky fur, like snow. Her paws were tiny, and her claws were not even capable of scratching anything yet. She reminded me of a cotton ball. My mom thought of her name, Snowflake! I squeezed the poor pup, not meaning to hurt her,she was just so cute! I was chided and deprecated that if I kept it up, with the squeezing, I would strangle her to death.
I thought to myself, "This is going to be so easy!" Then, reality struck. Yellow urine, mushy droppings, and multicolored vomit visuals raced through my head. I realized I would have to bribe her with hard and disgusting treats, which only appeal to dogs. She would learn new tricks and how to become obedient. For example, since I was an only child, before I got my dog it was all about me. There was no one else who needed to be taken care of, to be played with, or disciplined. Before it seemed like the world revolved around me! I felt like when an only child finds out their parents are having another baby. Let me tell you, it's a bittersweet feeling alright! Of course he or she is really excited to have a sibling, but in the back of their mind they know they will have to share things with other kids now. In my case I had to share my house with a new puppy.
I remember watching the movie "Beethoven" and how the grizzly bear sized dog would gallop around, like a horse, and do all the mischievious things he felt like doing. I imagined my minitiare Maltese puppy breaking the topilet seat and getting it stuck on her neck, like in the movie. My face froze, in awe and my heart started to beat faster and faster. Honestly I thought it woud actually jump out of my chest, and explode! I took a second look at her and fell right back into my state of mind. She couldn't do anything like that, well I hoped. Despite all my worries and fears of my new responsibilities I would have to do, I decided to take up the challenge of having someone new in the family.From the start I already knew that I would love my dog, Snowflake forever, and she would love me too. She taught me to care about others than myself.
I thought to myself, "This is going to be so easy!" Then, reality struck. Yellow urine, mushy droppings, and multicolored vomit visuals raced through my head. I realized I would have to bribe her with hard and disgusting treats, which only appeal to dogs. She would learn new tricks and how to become obedient. For example, since I was an only child, before I got my dog it was all about me. There was no one else who needed to be taken care of, to be played with, or disciplined. Before it seemed like the world revolved around me! I felt like when an only child finds out their parents are having another baby. Let me tell you, it's a bittersweet feeling alright! Of course he or she is really excited to have a sibling, but in the back of their mind they know they will have to share things with other kids now. In my case I had to share my house with a new puppy.
I remember watching the movie "Beethoven" and how the grizzly bear sized dog would gallop around, like a horse, and do all the mischievious things he felt like doing. I imagined my minitiare Maltese puppy breaking the topilet seat and getting it stuck on her neck, like in the movie. My face froze, in awe and my heart started to beat faster and faster. Honestly I thought it woud actually jump out of my chest, and explode! I took a second look at her and fell right back into my state of mind. She couldn't do anything like that, well I hoped. Despite all my worries and fears of my new responsibilities I would have to do, I decided to take up the challenge of having someone new in the family.From the start I already knew that I would love my dog, Snowflake forever, and she would love me too. She taught me to care about others than myself.
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