I can remember the day so well. My dad, sister and I had just returned from an overnight hunting trip. The sun had shone its warm light for the past eight hours already, and my eyes felt as though lead weights were weighing them down. Happy to be home, we grabbed our bags and headed into the house. The moment we walked in, I heard a sharp, piercing sound coming from my bathroom. I knew there was only one thing that could make such a pitiful wail. I dashed down the hall as fast as my chubby little legs would carry me. Slowly, I opened the door to find a pocket-sized toy of a dog right in front of me. I no longer felt the exhaustion of the day hovering over me.
Excited felt like an understatement to what my actions showed at that moment. I picked
Excited felt like an understatement to what my actions showed at that moment. I picked