It started like any other friday night, he picked me up from my mom’s and we were on our way to his house when he asked me, “What should we name our new dog?”. Upon hearing that a million questions jump into my head. I look at him and ask, “We’re getting a new dog?”. He replies saying, “ Yep, and guess who gets to name him?” That lucky little kid was me.
He called the person we were picking up the dog from and told me to think of a couple names while he was on the phone. I started by thinking of kinda funny names like Ethan Jr., José, or even just dog. But then my dad told me to think of real names and the perfect one popped into my head. Tarzan. For me as a kid I loved that movie; therefore, we named him Tarzan. …show more content…
I also didn’t know what to expect, was it going to be a big dog, a little dog? Was it gonna be black, white, or brown? As soon as I walked in I saw our soon to be new puppy. It was a brown boxer that really kinda looked like scooby doo. I remember just running up to the puppy and just petting him and playing with him for the whole time we were at the house. As a kid it was just so amazing to have a companion like that. One that wouldn’t hurt you and if you were sad he always was there with his dumb little dog grin on his face. To me at that point, that was the best thing in the