Personal Narrative: We Got Our Dog

We got our dog, Shorty, last summer. After having him for nearly a year we now know that he is very smart. Yeah, he’s adorable and super sweet, but he sure can be sneaky. My family got him and thought “Wow he’s such a good boy. He could never do a thing wrong.” We always forgave him when he accidentally peed on the carpet when he got too excited or when he chewed up my sister’s cheerleading picture (my mom was very angry, but she’s over it) because you could always tell when he was sorry. He’d walk up to us really slow with his tail between his legs and act so sweet so we never could stay mad at him. After the incident of him chewing up the pictures, my family decided he would not be allowed to roam free while we were gone. We knew he hated his crate, and we always felt bad when we had to put him in there, so we put in a gate that separates the kitchen from the living room to prevent him from destroying anything else.

Afterward, we pulled into our driveway and there he was sitting in the window. There was no way he was able to stand and somehow open that gate. Our 11-pound dog crawled his way through the small gap between the gate and the wall, although Shorty is small, he’s not tiny. We didn’t think much of it at the time since it was only the first time it had happened. The next time it happened it was different. Now that we knew he could worm his way through the gate we had to block any possible exit. We had stacked boxes and even a cooler in front to prevent him from escaping. He stayed this time, but we would come to find that it was only a trick. A different time we left the house to go visit our grandparents. We continued to use the same process of keeping him