It seemed like every weekend my father would take my sister and I to my grandparent’s farm. There were all kinds of things to do, like play with the puppies or the cats or just run around. My sister and I would help my grandparents pick apples, raspberries, and strawberries. We would also help my grandma make pies and cookies. We were always busy doing something. My grandparents bred Samoyeds. Because of this my sister and I liked to play with the puppies and dogs. My mother and father had had two Samoyeds from my grandparents, one was named Bailey and the other was Zoey. Though Bailey died before I could remember. Zoey was a good dog, but mainly stayed at my grandparent’s farm. My grandparents sold many puppies, but eventually stopped breeding
