What Does It Mean To Be A Dog

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When I was very young my dad rented out a shop from a good friend of his, and over the summer he would take us there and we would help him work by sweeping the floor. For a five year old me that was a lot of work and so my sister and I would mostly play around while my dad worked. It was so much fun being there playing pretend and using our imaginations to create anything we wanted in our minds. Plus, it was easy to play pretend because there was a big ship playground that we would climb up and down the ladders while jumping from swing to swing trying not to touch the ground and laughing hysterically along the way. I loved being there because there was always something to do. But the very first time I came there, there were some minor problems …show more content…

I hid behind my dad like any five year old girl would do but in a heartbeat, I soon found out that they were the most loving dogs I had ever met. I loved them so much because I did not have a dog myself at that time because my parents thought it would be to much work to take care of a dog which me and my sisters did not agree with, and whenever we brought up the thought of getting a dog they would give us a stern don’t-even-start-because-the-answer-is-going-to-be-no look, and so seeing a dog at the shop made me want a dog so bad. but it also filled a part of my heart with a warm fuzzy feeling like my heart was wearing a fluffy coat and I knew that feeling would never go away. Being at the shop all the time got a little boring like I was reading the same book over and over again so me and my sister had learned how to have a very big imagination. An imagination that could recreate space. An imagination that could run to the bottom of the …show more content…

After that I always brought fruit loops for them and a bit more extra for me and we were all happy until one day I came to see that one of the dogs was missing, and I find out he died from old age it felt like a ton of bricks had collapsed on me. If only I had came there sooner to say good bye. If only I had spent more time with him. If only time could rewind so I could see him again. If only. That day I was very upset because one of my best friends had just died. I walked away with the I’m-trying-not-to-cry-look-on-my face. After that the shop did not feel the same any more it felt empty and grey like it needed something to make it complete and colorful again. Soon after, the other dog died and I started to come less and less. The thing is we almost bought the house from my dad’s friend, but some complications came up and we ended up not buying it and bought a different house. Even though I miss some of my best friends when I was young they taught me that I love animals and that I always have and always will, and that they will always be with me in my heart, and whenever I see a dog I will make sure that I am not

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