As I walked out all I could do was just leap for joy. The same with my sister. Right outside our gate that lead to the front yard were 3 baby pugs. We stood behind the gate until my dad said it was ok to go out. As we walked to him he said, “Pick one out, but you have to choose together.” Scarlette and I both decided that we’d choose the most playful one. There were 2 girls and one boy. One of the girls was chubby and the other was skinny, the boy was right in the middle with size. The boy scarlette didn’t want because he was a little too shy, so the tough decision was between the two girls. We couldn’t decide so we called our mom and asked her which one between the two girls.
“Pick the fat one she’ll be more fun,” is all she said then walked backed inside. We put the other girl down and walked inside the house and left dad to talk to the owners. “What are you planning to name her?” Scarlette and I started listing off names. Hers were in a way unique to a 4 year olds vocabulary.
My dad walked in, “I can hear you two from outside, what’s with the shouting?”
“The girls can’t figure out a name for fatty.” My mom said …show more content…
Georgia is probably the best dog ever in my opinion. I can take her on walks without a leash and I don’t have to worry that if we leave the gates open that she’ll run out. Everyone knows that when they see me, Georgia is somewhere close, and if not she’s either sleeping, eating, or going to the bathroom. I’ve missed her a lot since I’ve been away at college. My parents have even noticed a difference in Georgia as well. Since I’ve been gone they’ve said that she’s not as playful with her kids, but I can see that making sense because she has 2 girls and 2 boys and the boys over tower her and the girls are territorial, so when they start to play around it turns into a