Taking Home Gus Between my sister and me, I have always been considered the “wild child.” My sister, Becca, was the one who was well behaved and mature; she was the one who could be trusted. I on the other hand am a whole different story. With that being said, if I had asked my parents to have my own dog, their response would not be in my favor. Though we do own a dachshund, Rusty, I have always wanted a dog I could call my own. I have always wanted that “best friend” type of relationship with a dog. Waking up in the morning to walk my dog or to ride my skateboard around with sounded perfect to me, and boy was I right. I have asked my parents several, more than that, times to get a new dog. Their answer always involved me not being able
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So this time, instead of asking, I just brought him home. My friend Taylor’s Chihuahua had previously given birth to puppies multiple times, and every time I asked if I could take one I got the same answer, no. This time I decided to play my cards differently; instead I showed up to my house with the dog without permission. Knowing my parents would make my give the dog back to the rightful owner, my best friend, I had to make up a different story to tell. After walking in the door with this adorable puppy, my parents were shocked to hear he was mine. Their first question was where I got the dog from, which I did not tell them. I told my parents earlier in the day I was at Academy Sports when I saw a lady sitting by a box that says “free puppies.” Therefore, if they tried to tell me to bring him back, I could simply say that the lady had already left the store. It was hard to be mad at me being that my new dog Gus was so adorable. My mother was worried because by the looks of him, he looked like a German Sheppard and we definitely did not have space for that. He was so small at the time you could not tell he was actually a Chihuahua. He was all tan with a black snout and my mom swears he had huge paws. My father was just upset because I went behind their back. Eventually they got over it, after a week of them playing with Gus. All he wanted to do was sleep and eat all the time. That came to an end very
So this time, instead of asking, I just brought him home. My friend Taylor’s Chihuahua had previously given birth to puppies multiple times, and every time I asked if I could take one I got the same answer, no. This time I decided to play my cards differently; instead I showed up to my house with the dog without permission. Knowing my parents would make my give the dog back to the rightful owner, my best friend, I had to make up a different story to tell. After walking in the door with this adorable puppy, my parents were shocked to hear he was mine. Their first question was where I got the dog from, which I did not tell them. I told my parents earlier in the day I was at Academy Sports when I saw a lady sitting by a box that says “free puppies.” Therefore, if they tried to tell me to bring him back, I could simply say that the lady had already left the store. It was hard to be mad at me being that my new dog Gus was so adorable. My mother was worried because by the looks of him, he looked like a German Sheppard and we definitely did not have space for that. He was so small at the time you could not tell he was actually a Chihuahua. He was all tan with a black snout and my mom swears he had huge paws. My father was just upset because I went behind their back. Eventually they got over it, after a week of them playing with Gus. All he wanted to do was sleep and eat all the time. That came to an end very