The day I graduated high school in Nicaragua marks the day I realized I had to give my hardest goodbye, to my dog Dulce. Throughout my whole life I’ve been accustomed to having dogs in the house, taking them out for walks, teaching them how to do tricks, having them sleep by my feet on my bed. Leaving Dulce was going to be tough for me because I was going to miss how she would cuddle as I would make a circle with my legs, I was going to miss waking up to her licking my face so that I could take her on a walk in the morning, I was going to miss seeing her expression of ecstasy as she would bring us back a recently hunted lizard as gift for us, and the thing I was going to miss the most about her was her affectionate and self-effacing personality,
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We immediately decided to purchase a dog; the journey had started. On Kijiji, we noticed that a breeder from a farm town two hours away from Kitchener was selling a Pomeranian. This puppy had orange fur that made him resemble a fox, tiny pointy ears, and a face that would make your endorphins skyrocket. There was not much convincing after we inspected his picture, so we loaded our car and made our way to Keady, Ontario. The whole road trip consisted on how enthusiastic we were for our new puppy and what name we were going to give …show more content…
The house our dog soon-to-be-named Jagger lived in was rather on the small side, painted in white with a wrap around porch, and with chipped wood that appeared as if it could undergo some renovation. A muscular, brusque looking, middle-aged man came out of the house when he saw my sister and I park in front on his driveway, and he led us to where Jagger was currently sleeping. He walked us over to his outdoor garage that laid adjacent to his porch, and flung open the door. All I could hear was the sound of puppies barking and playing around with each other inside their gated pen. It was at that moment my eyes spotted the little sly fox that Jagger was. His fur was the cloud in the sunset; his bark was the firecrackers on Christmas Eve. He was the cutest little
We immediately decided to purchase a dog; the journey had started. On Kijiji, we noticed that a breeder from a farm town two hours away from Kitchener was selling a Pomeranian. This puppy had orange fur that made him resemble a fox, tiny pointy ears, and a face that would make your endorphins skyrocket. There was not much convincing after we inspected his picture, so we loaded our car and made our way to Keady, Ontario. The whole road trip consisted on how enthusiastic we were for our new puppy and what name we were going to give …show more content…
The house our dog soon-to-be-named Jagger lived in was rather on the small side, painted in white with a wrap around porch, and with chipped wood that appeared as if it could undergo some renovation. A muscular, brusque looking, middle-aged man came out of the house when he saw my sister and I park in front on his driveway, and he led us to where Jagger was currently sleeping. He walked us over to his outdoor garage that laid adjacent to his porch, and flung open the door. All I could hear was the sound of puppies barking and playing around with each other inside their gated pen. It was at that moment my eyes spotted the little sly fox that Jagger was. His fur was the cloud in the sunset; his bark was the firecrackers on Christmas Eve. He was the cutest little