In the beginning of my short, 14-year-old life, I was always afraid of dogs. When I passed one on the street, when I saw one at a friends house, anytime I was around a dog I would lose it. This would usually mean I would hide, cry, or run away. My dad never really liked dogs either, and I guess I got that trait from him. …show more content…
Julia, my sister, made up her mind that she wanted nothing in the world other than a dog, and she was going to do whatever it took to get one. “But dogs are a man’s best friend,” she implored. Begging, researching, and even writing a persuasive essay to my parents with reasons why a dog would be beneficial to our family took up Julia’s time for a month. Julia begged, researched, and even wrote a persuasive essay to my parents with reason why a dog would be good for our family. My mom read it and was impressed, but my dad was a little apprehensive. Eventually they were tired of hearing Julia’s desperate pleas and gave in. Through her research, she determined that a Maltese-Poodle would be best for our family. They looked on Petfinder.com together and found a fluffy, white dog named Wazu while I sulked in the cornner. My worst nightmare was coming true. My family had made up their mind. We were going to get a dog whether I liked it or