Personal Narrative: I Want A Dog

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I Want a Dog For as long as I can remember I dreamed for, begged for, wanted a dog. Not just any dog, but one that would be my best friend, a companion, and playmate. A dog that I could be proud to own, take on long sunny walks, play with, in the yard, and raise as my own. Somehow, I knew that my dog would be always by my side, run alongside me as I played tag with my friends, protect me from those who weren’t. He would follow me loyally on adventures as we ran deep into the shadowy dark woods behind my house. He’d run with his long, slender tail wagging, his wet nose sniffing the brisk air, and tongue hanging as we dodged in and out of the sometimes-prickly bushes. As forts were built out of old rotting boards and tattered sheets, he would instinctively bring me gifts of rocks almost too big for his long mouth and branches that had long fallen, housing not the birds and squirrels that once called it home, but mushrooms and termites …show more content…

My pleas went unheard and my disappointment unseen. Peering through the pet store glass as we strolled through the mall, my childish whines drifted away with the time. As I grew into a young man, the pleas faded away with the youthfulness left behind in time past. The disappointment followed me like nagging sadness waiting for resolution. My childhood dreams would never be fulfilled. It was too late. Now I am a man. I no longer had the time to carelessly run through the woods, chase imaginary adventures or build forts both high and low to protect and empower me as I fought against the perilous foes that only a young mind can conjure. I’d be lying to say that resentment and some level of anger didn’t possess me in the wake of such a loss. Would having a dog now, as a man, wipe away childish disappointment and fill the deep gaping hole of desire and expectation that remains unaddressed in the ravine of my

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