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by paulina
“squick”! “Bang”! I walk in trying to find out where i’m going. Fast. Before anyone notices me. My mom is a vet and i really want a dog so bad! “Lily” said my mom. “squick” my mom enters the room seeing me look at all of the dogs. “Mom can i please…..” “Do you really want a dog this bad”? My mom asks. “Yes and i will do anything… anything” i say in a soft way. “Fine but only if you take care of it and clean up after it”. “thank you.. mom.” I whisper as my mom leaves the room. “Now it’s time to pick out a dog”.
There are so many dogs to choose from and all of these dogs been abandoned with no one else to love them. I see a little dog with white fur and a black spot around it’s eye. Oh i also see a big dog with brown and gray fur. It's so cute. 20 minutes later….. I just can’t choose between any of these dogs i love them all. “Come on Lily think choose between 3 dogs maybe.” I say to myself. okay okay i can do this i choose…
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It took me like 45 minutes before i can pick my top 3 I played with all like 26 of the dogs before i picked, also two or more chewed everything i’m in so much trouble when my mom sees this mess there’s papers scattered, pens chewed, gum chewed in a few cages, (my gum).
Taking care of a dog for me is not going to be easy. Anyway i chose the white dog with the black spot around it’s eye, the golden retriever, and the one with the broken leg with white soft fur that feels like a soft pillow. But no one seems to want this small dog. Poor dog poor poor dog. I think i know which one i want and she is the one with white soft fur with the broken leg that has been here for almost a year. She is a small dog most likely a chiwawa. Now it’s time to call my mom
in. “MOM”! I yell. “Yes Lily”. said my mom. “I want this dog she’s just so cute and i can take care of her...i promise”. i say. “Okay let’s go fill out the paperwork”. 1 hour later…….. “Wow that was a lot of paperwork just for a dog”! i say. “Well that’s because of her broken leg is so bad we need a lot of medication”. my mom said. “ Dogs take medication”? i ask. “Yeah well, sometimes just for her she needs something to help her with her leg”. my mom says. “wine…...wine…..”. “It’s okay it’s okay”. i say to my dog. She just won’t stop crying, maybe it’s her leg. Should I pick her up? As i open the cage she jumps into my arms. She must be glad that i picked her. “She seems Very happy to be with you”. My mom said as she drives us home. “Yep”. *smile* “ stricter ” “Run.” “Come on girl come on good girl Luna”. Luna jumps on me and knocks me down she licks me then i hear her wine. She must have hurt her leg jumping on me. I pet her and kiss her all around. I rise off of the ground and head into the kitin my other dog sam is eating his food so i decided to bring luna some food too. Oh and maybe some water too. I walk into my bedroom seeing Luna chewing my stuffed bear. The bear is brown with soft fur just like Lunas. “Bad girl luna bad girl” i say at her. And she makes a sad face. “Here you go Luna i say as i put down the bowl of food and water. The Dog food is canned dog food with some water i added. Luna digges in and about a minute Luna is all done with her food. Luna walks up on my legs and looks at me then runs and knocks me down. And yet again she hurts her leg. My mom told me she only has five more days left with her cast on and if she hurts it again really bad she would have to keep it on until it re-heals. Luna looks dirty so i try to give her a bath. Well so far not so good. She tries to jump out of the warm clean sink. But i always caught her. Good thing she didn’t get badly hurt or else she will still need that cast on until it “ Re-heals”. I get her all wet and then put soap on Luna as she try’s to jump off the sink. I slowly rides her off and then wrap a towel around her tiny self. When she was dried i let her outside with Max. Luna and Max seem to get along great. Max runs after Luna and Luna tried to run away but she couldn’t because of her hurt leg. Poor Luna. “BAM” i ran and opened the back door Luna feel! I lifted her off the dirt and hugged and kissed her. “Mom, Luna’s hurt”. i cry. “ Let me see her” said my mom. “ what happened”. asked my mom. “Max was running after her and she fee;”. i cry out. “ She will be fine she just needs to sleep”. said my mom. The next day.. Lunas okay and smiling. “I hold out a treat and wait until she sits and then i hand her the treat. She softly eats the treat out of my palm. I rise off the ground and run down stairs I get a food bowl and add canned dog food in that bowl. Then i fill up another one with dry dog food with some canned dog food for Max. I lay down Max’s bowl and run back upstairs. I come back to Luna trying to ran at me. then i put down her bowl and scooped her up. She gave me kisses and i hugged her. Tomorrow i'm giving her a walk to the park with Max. I’m so glad I got Luna.
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