Personal Narrative-Me And My Dog

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Me and my dog My dog name is Reese. I love my dog. My dog lives with my dad in Waycross. I stay with him on the weekends. But sometimes I stay at my friends. When I go to my dad's house I play with him. My dog likes to go fishing with me. And he likes to chase cats. Reese sleeps inside with me but my but Reese didn't stink like other dogs. Reese has a chip in his stomach if he goes missing we have to do is get on our phone and open the app and it will lead us right to him. My dog is a family dog wherever I go he goes everything that I eat. Reese is a special dog . There is one place he can't go is to my granny house. One time Reese got very sick we did not know what was wrong with him he was sick for two weeks we took him to the vet and

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