Personal Narrative: The Blue Merle Australian Cattle Dog

Three year old girls are typically pretty easy to please. Baby animals and junk food normally find themselves at the top of a soon-to-be three year old girl’s birthday wishlist. I just so happened to be one of the lucky few to actually get a puppy on my third birthday, an eight week old blue merle Australian Cattle Dog who was extremely sweet and very oversized for his breed. When my parents and I got home from picking up my puppy, they asked me what should have been a fairly simple question, “What are you going to name him?” As a young girl who was receiving her very first puppy, I took this question very seriously. My puppy couldn’t have just any name. He wasn’t a Spot, or a Blue, or a Cowboy, even though any of those names would have worked perfectly fine. No, my puppy had to have the perfect name. I spent all night trying to think of the right name, but to …show more content…
I had told him time and time again not to call me that, yet he persisted. I wanted my parents to recognize that I was a big kid, now that I was three, not a little “Peanut”. The puzzle pieces had connected in my mind, but I didn’t officially decide on my puppy’s name just yet. I’d waited two days already, what was one more night, just to be sure. The next morning, after breakfast when we all went outside, I announced to my parents my puppy’s name - Peanut. When they asked why, I explained that “I didn’t want dad to call me Peanut, so if the puppy is named that, he can’t call me that.” My parents laughed at my method of killing two birds with one stone, but they did not argue with me on the topic. I was adamant that my puppy who would grow into sixty pounds of muscle would be named Peanut. It was an ironic name, but my plan worked. That was the last time that I was called Peanut and Peanut the puppy was my best friend for years. Even though his name didn’t fit nearly as well as many others would have, it was the perfect name to