For the longest time I have always wanted to have a puppy, so I would ask my dad in the nicest way possible, “Can we pretty please get a puppy?” Until now, he would always respond, “No! You’re not responsible enough, Sam.” I believe my dad did not want to adopt a dog because when he was younger he owned one, and the dog died. I figured that made him really depressed, and he did not want me going through the same situation. I was frustrated that he did not trust me, but I eventually realized he did not want the same situation happen to me. Today, when I asked him, “Dad, can we please adopt a dog? I will take care of him like a baby.”
“If you promise that you will not neglect him,” he paused for a second and said, “I guess we can adopt a dog.” …show more content…
When we arrived, I instantly knew I had to adopt the biggest and most energetic puppy in the middle of the room because he reminded me of myself. The pup was about the size of a five year old boy, had soft beige fur that felt like clouds when I pet him, and weighed at least 25 pounds. He was exceptionally heavy for being only five months old, I thought to myself. “I want to adopt him,” I told my dad excitedly, “He’s going to be my best buddy!” The moment I said buddy, he barked excitedly. That was the moment I knew what his name’s going to be. After six years had passed, I fed Buddy the best food, gave him plenty of exercise, made sure he got the shots he needed, and we visited the vet regularly just like I promised my dad all those years ago. But he still got extremely sick even though I took care of him like a baby. “Dad, I think Buddy needs to see the vet.” I
“If you promise that you will not neglect him,” he paused for a second and said, “I guess we can adopt a dog.” …show more content…
When we arrived, I instantly knew I had to adopt the biggest and most energetic puppy in the middle of the room because he reminded me of myself. The pup was about the size of a five year old boy, had soft beige fur that felt like clouds when I pet him, and weighed at least 25 pounds. He was exceptionally heavy for being only five months old, I thought to myself. “I want to adopt him,” I told my dad excitedly, “He’s going to be my best buddy!” The moment I said buddy, he barked excitedly. That was the moment I knew what his name’s going to be. After six years had passed, I fed Buddy the best food, gave him plenty of exercise, made sure he got the shots he needed, and we visited the vet regularly just like I promised my dad all those years ago. But he still got extremely sick even though I took care of him like a baby. “Dad, I think Buddy needs to see the vet.” I