Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Having A Dog

I sat in the deafening silence of the car, staring at the night sky as butterflies swarmed in my stomach. This moment seemed almost surreal. It was finally happening.
"Are we really going to do this?" I asked. As a kid I had adored the concept of having a dog and, like most young children, constantly begged my parents for one. That was different though, at this moment I felt very skeptical of the idea of a dog in our house, especially since I already had a guinea pig. It seemed all of those doubts flew away after stepping foot in the car, like the surrounding trees as we drove. My friend and brother, who sat in the back seat of the car, hastily replied, "Yeah." I sighed shakily, and the butterflies turned to wasps; angrily buzzing in my gut.
As I stepped out of the car, a small group of three or four dogs approached us with their tails wagging and tongues lolling. My friend pointed out these were not the dogs for us, as they already had owners. My friend then pointed to a small, rust colored dog cowering in the corner of the porch. He wore a bulky blue collar, obviously too big and heavy for him. …show more content…
The feeling of nervousness left along with the buzzing in my stomach, and I began looking at the situation before me with an air of realism. We had no idea what this dog has been through, our only glance of his personality is from these few moments. We had no clue if he had any fleas or diseases, no idea of his age, we essentially knew nothing. As I watched him hesitantly jumping into the back seat, I realized that no matter his background, we will give him a better life. We were his second chance for a good